Dean, It's time to stop.

Dean, it's time to stop acting like every word out of your mouth is a gospel, 

Dear Dean, it's time for yout to shut up because my complaints are now more than a mouthful

Dean, I don't think you truly understand the brand of impatience you give me, 

when you hold me back, make me late for class due to a lecture on punctuality!

Now Dean, I think that you're a decent guy and thats the reason why this is so hard, 

but, because of you all my time based plans fall down like a house of cards,

a missed appointment, two missed meals, all bought by your offset. Dean, don't you see when 

extraneous words bring out such a great upset. All the words didn't need to be said, and because of this I have to differentiate in bed

as my roomate tries to get his fix done, and worst of all I know for a fact I'm not the only one.

 

 

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