• Anything could've done it,
    A prod, a push, a poke,
    Anything could've set me off,
    You've no idea the fury that awoke.

    But it just so happened it was you,
    My delightful classmate John, I will nag.
    He blissfully told me that,
    He could talk how he wanted,
    And he could say the word f**.

    So I lectured, I pointed,
    I jabbed, and I rambled,
    But the effort was in vain,
    For John would be John,
    And while he's getting wasted,
    I'm left with a sour taste in my mouth and a migraine