The Class Of Eternity Poem by Dillon Gay

This is taking oh so long
There is certainly no way to get me wrong
This class feels like forever
And what I'm learning is not very clever

The lecture is quite useless
Any longer, and I'll puke and make a mess
The class of doom; it never ends
The clock's hands never bends

I am bored to the point of insanity
With knowledge of no use to humanity
I cannot run; the desk will not allow it
I'm glued here with only a place to sit

Maybe the assignment will give me freedom
So I can go outside and meet them
The ones that ring that almost divine bell
To set me free from this dull holding cell