Setting Through The Bore Poem by joshua treece

I walk through the door
Not know what we’re
Doing for the day
I have my on my
Shoulder.

My books, folder, and
Papers are in my bag
Looking all nice and clean
But its not they all have
Been crammed in there

I set down at the desk
In the middle of the room
Digging through my bag
Looking for something to
Write on.

The teacher walks in looking
Around at her students
With her book under
Her arm.

Then she sets them down
And starts to talk
Then I set there wishing
I would not have came and
Just stayed home in bed