[yetagainsorrows]

Classroom Blues


I enter the room with a feeling of dread
This teacher is beyond dull, practically dead
Participation is low, not surprising at all
Its much more fun watching everyone's eyelids fall
His teaching pace will blow my mind
Patience, its patience I gotta find
My pen is idle, my paper is blank
My thinking engine could use a crank
Plop, another book smacks the floor
Probably because this class is such a bore
My eyelids flit from the clock to the door
and my ears detect a subtle snore
As a body of students we do yearn
That our teacher will discern
It's life lessons we want to learn
Upon graduation, we don't want to get burned