Life Without a J

August was the start,
And December will be the end.
But in this semester,
There's no spare time to spend.
I came here with this ideology,
But the drinks ruined my psychology.
Had thought to bang a hooker on a road-trip,
But I also failed in my sexology.
Folks asked to get some good pot,
And so we smoked even in red-hot.
I expected the girl to get high then,
But she replied, "No, am not!"
Was irritated by Manav's khish-pish,
So I adopted a gold-fish.
Now i am obsessed with her being around,
And have forgotten the good known thing called hashish.
I was there but now am not,
I am round the corner smoking some pot.
I wrote this poem just to prove a point,
That life is shit without a joint.