Trapped Poem by Ethan Wilson

Every once in a while we are trapped
In a place or situation we don't enjoy
Boredom and annoyance sets in constant like a dripping tap
And you would do anything to escape and be coy

But no matter how much you dream of escape
You must sit in that room or place and endure
It is these situations you learn patience and act with a drape
Of interest and politness, it is the art of inure

And just remember that your location will change
Sooner rather then later I could promise you
You will go live your life with a better sense then the derranged
State you are in when you're within this room