Astronomy

A tiring time in class

Astronomy is not poetry.

Therefore, I don’t care.

I’m in a mood of writing poems,

instead of wallowing in despair

 

The man who teaches this class

seems to ramble all day

Shows multiple slides,

but never explains

them

 

Well, he does…

but hesitates

 

Why do I have to be the one sitting here in this crowd?

You’d, think I’d wonder what this class is about

But now,

I just don’t care