Science class.
Second class of Wednesday,
Friday,
My fourth class of Monday
There's a comic on the wall behind me
Underneath a table
Of ions nobody cares to know.
The desks are in rows I hate the
Seating chart
I like to think somebody
Else caused it.
We're not allowed phones
But I'm typing this in class
I'm waiting in a line
For an ecological footprint
Even though I don't know the
Square root of my house.
I thought this wasn't math
I guess I was wrong
This is why we have school
And science class
That brings me so off-track.
It sits beside the courtyard.
There were kids screaming
Minutes ago.
It makes me wish I
Was younger.
Playing
Instead of sitting in
Science class.
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Ya kinda bad. I'll re-write it someday.
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