Student's Boredom Bug
The clock goes tick
Suddenly you're restless
It makes you so sick
Lesson seems useless
Stare at the teacher
Nothing else to do
Whatever she's saying
Doesn't concern you
She speaks of equations
You don't give a shit
There may be questions
Ideas that don't meet
You give out a sigh
And bear it all in
Boredom may die
But she will never win.
MLS '06
YOU ARE READING
Stare at the Window and Rhyme
PoetryWriting is like mind-pooping. And oh, it rhymes.
