Bored To Death Poem by LeiLa LighT

Bored to Death



It’s anatomy and physiology this afternoon —

Oh I’m so tired, and this teacher,

He talks and talks, he must have got

His Ph.D. for talking. I’m too tired

To take notes and I don’t care,

I can’t wait to see him walk out

Through that door. Monday’s always boring

But not as boring as this old teacher,

Thin as a piece of string.

I can’t take it any more, I’ll ask for leave

To go home — better so than idle learning.

Oh what a day! He’s bound to say

“No. You’ve got to stay” — mission impossible,

So though I can hardly stand

I slowly go my home to reach

And the only way is to make a leap

Straight through the window,

Systematically.

Yes I did it! Mission accomplished,

Perfectly!