Creative Process

I wake up at 5:30 am And my prepare myself for Another day of community college I head strait for room 345B And I sit in the back row Cause I'm already 15 minutes late It's only the first day, but already, I'm getting a really strange vibe There's just something very wrong about this place Everyone either has a goatee or messy hair And they can't seem to dress themselves Why the hell did I sign up for creative writing? I know that you worked really hard But I don't care. I don't give a damn I don't wanna hear about your creative process I may seem like an asshole, but I don't mind It just means that much to me Not to have to hear about your creative process Why do you insist on telling everyone About the back story of your poem About the old man walking his dog in the park? And how you drew on experiences from your past Like how your boyfriend dumped you And the first time that you got stung by a bee And how the old man represents the hamster That you let die in the 5th grade And the bench represents the first time you menstruated So I'm forced to stab myself in the ear With my number 2 pencil I just can't take the pretentiousness anymore I know that you worked really hard But I don't care. I don't give a damn I don't wanna hear about your creative process I may seem like an asshole, but I don't mind It just means that much to me Not to have to hear about your creative process I know you probably stayed up all night But still Beefy doesn't give a god damn I don't wanna hear about your creative process I may seem like an asshole, but I'm used to it I just don't wanna hear About your stupid creative process