A friendly bit of hazing,
That’s all it really was.
No need to tell outsiders.
No need to call the fuzz.
But halfway down the mountain
I realized the hoax,
And as I died on the spiky rocks below
I swore they’d pay for their jokes.
I may not get a spot in heaven,
Might even go down below,
But revenge is a dish best served cold
And my body’s cold as snow.
I plan on haunting those nu phi guys
And filling their lives with frights,
And I’m writing all this with the hopes
That I can sell the movie rights.
The Daily Travesty 