John McAdam

Math Class - Poem by John McAdam

tick tock
tick tock
the same old sound
of the moving clock

the clock is insane
moving so slowly
can't it speed up,
just this once?

on my desk
papers with numbers
why wont my eraser
rub the ink away?

time passing for no reason
nothing to gain
I've done it all before

Countless problems
all have an answer,
so why solve them?
they are pointless

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 26, 2011

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