Boring Class, by honesty_kills Subscribe to rss feed for honesty_kills

lost in a crowd
listening to worthless blabber
that things that teens
like me
find dead boring.
We're all looking around
trying to stay away
and divert our attention.
Katie's chipping her nailpolish
Miranda is looking out the window
and i'm writing about
fourth period boredom.
How more exciting can life get 
right now?
The teacher is doing Dracula impressions
and discussing his years as a 
basketball couch.
27!
Do we care?
No. But we tolerate.
Keeping out attention away from
CIVICS.
Posted: 2005-01-31 20:35:18 UTC

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