Compsci Crucified Me --A Poem/Rap

Take 101 and get a QS they said
They didn't mention that CS would wreck your head
twenty hours a week and you'll be scraping a B
Countin' down to December so you can finally be free
Rodger smiles at you while she ruins your life
Taking 201? You're giving her another knife
Offers you cookies while she shreds your GPA
Assignments taking more hours than there are in a day
Hope your other classes don't assign any work
Even for Duke, this class's workload's beserk
You'd sell your firstborn child for your APT to be green
But CompSci takes no prisoners so you've got a red screen
Your only guarantee is a reading quiz A
So of course they're five percent and you'll fail anyway
Going to lecture just reminds you you're screwed
But it's another five percent so you attend impending doom
You might cry tears of joy when this torture is finally through
But you're transcript will remember the semester CompSci crucified you