Boredom
by qc
- Didja ever get the feeling
- That your head is in the ceiling
- And your foot is in the freezer
- Being gnawed by some old geezer
- And you tell the guy to cease
- 'Cause he's scaring all the geese
- Time to go and buy a life
- From a land of war-torn strife
- Or at least some underwear
- Which are not beyond repair
- As the floor is such a bore
- And the walls are such a scare
- But this spatula's a worry
- I know that it is not sorry
- For the confusion it has caused
- And for giving me these crusty sores
- See, it's 2:01 a.m., right now
- And my bed's been eaten by a cow
- I feel the need to put forth thoughts
- And find a Nirvana, of sorts
- You see, I want to be remembered
- Future - this pome shall be dismembered
- By students forced against their will
- By English teachers: "That pome - kill!"
- And the students shall, groaning in pain,
- Attempt to dissect, yet again
- Some lamearse pome by teacher forced
- So that they will not fail their course
- And because of that, they shall succeed
- In life - have everything they need
- 'Cause pome killage is just so vital
- For life beyond that known as Shite (school)
- So, meaning to be extracted, Shit!
- They had better make sure that it
- Is the exact same one Teach doth possess
- To not conform doth make you less
- Of a person, and, I'm not sure when
- This poem, which flows not from a pen
- Became a rant 'gainst teachers Crap;
- But hey, let's give them all a strap!
- See how they like? - See how they SCREAM!
- And tell themselves it's all a dream
- Students revolt? Never! How could?
- Let's give Shite teachers whacking Good
- 2:16 a.m.! My, how time flies
- When you plan out painful surprise
- For those who repress thoughts going for'd
- And when you are so very BORED.
- So La! to those who cannot see
- That my fate hinges upon a bee
- And that my brain, though rather fried
- Is merely slightly charred inside
- And to the creek, I say "thank you"
- And I say it to the cherry too
- For their contribution doth much surpass
- People's whose heads live up their arse.
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