This class is boring.
Presentations are lame.
I don't want to be here.
All we do is the same.
Seven minutes a presentation.
Seven minutes of hell.
The screens all say 'Mr. Cobbler would like your attention.'
In colors red and blue.
Now the kid next to me is going.
Now he is done.
Full of humor.
Man, that guy is dumb.
He's reading this,
And laughing as he goes.
This class is really boring.
I want to go home.
Or at least to the bathroom.
I really have to pee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The piece captures the voice of a pupil really well, makes the mundane poetic, good write :)