The Chemistry Bitch

The night was young, moon was high,
And out she came clad in a see through shirt.
A stained stocking up her thigh,
And a tight leather, double slit skirt.

She submits to several dogs at a time,
Thus clearly is a whore.
Those who get a 19 in their viva,
Are the ones she gets to score.

She lights a smoke,
Leans on the night lamp.
Her right leg bent at the knee.
A half smile of a soap opera vamp. (creasing the chalk of her face)

Jumping from should I or should I not,(there i stood)
I wondered what life would mean.
Made my decision, crushed my ideals,
And came back with a fifteen.

COMMENTRY:
The chemistry bitch refers to this teacher we have in our lab who gave me a 15 after i answered most questions correctly. The last paragraph clarifies that its not ur chemistry skills shes judging but ur skills in the bed. My believing that just sleeping with her would get me a 20 in the initial lines did not work out. I sucked n so did my “score”.