Organic Paranoia

In a dark, dingy dorm room,

Chemistry notes everywhere,

Warm smell of a red bull,

Rising up through the air,

Been studying for three days now,

Beneath a shimmering light,

My head grows heavy and my sight grows dim,

I want to stop for the night.

Could it be 4 AM now?

I hear the tower bells,

And I was thinking to myself

That enolate chemistry’s hell.

I worked on decarboxylation,

Then the “rules of the day,”

I heard voices down the corridor,

Thought I heard them say:

Welcome to organic paranoia,

Such a scary place,

You see it on my face,

Plenty of room for more organic paranoia,

This time of year,

You can find it here!

Roadmaps in my memory

Hey this final isn’t so bad

No reason to panic

Or even be sad.

Relax says the proctor,

You finished this with ease,

You can turn it in any time you like,

Then you are free to leave,

Last thing I remember,

I was running for the door,

I was glad it is over

Won’t need to study any more.

And then new voices came calling from far away,

A lot better than the middle of the night,

I heard them say:

Welcome to organic chem. euphoria

It has all become clear,

I am outta here!

I’m living it up because of organic chem. euphoria

What a nice surprise

I won’t need alibis.