Hell
For the second in the series of University Notes, I’ve chosen a particularly poignant poem spilt onto the page by my own hand, during a time of particular boredom where the clock would simply not move round within the normal boundaries of time. I am of course talking about Computing and Ethics lectures.
Hell
They say hell is being locked,
In a room with your friends,
But,
It depends if your friends take,
Computer Science.
