Dry Campus by Amy WustrinI can't smoke pot in my dorm room
(I learned that the hard way)
But I can stay up all night with insomnia
They're OK with that
And I can walk around listless
And ready to cry all the time
As long as I'm not high.
If I want to feel better, I can take
A Paxil, or a Prozac
Like everybody else
I can toss and turn and be lost
And feel hopeless and homesick
(Home is where my bong rests)
But I can't smoke pot
And go to bed happy
Whoever said we live in a "feel-good society"
Never went to MY college
05/25/2004 Posted on 05/25/2004 Copyright © 2025 Amy Wustrin
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