Three hours I have spent
frozen in this chair.
Her mouth releases nonsense,
her eyes leak a codeine-induced stare.
It's always a long morning
when I have this class.
My peers spend it ridiculing
her lectures, because they are so crass.
I wait for two o'clock,
when I leave this room.
I cannot focus my attention
on this prof's crazy, face-like cartoon.
I wish I knew the point
and why I must pay
to spend Mondays listening
to the useless things she has to say.
I will wait for April,
two more months away,
only to start my classes again
at the very beginning of May.
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