Spring Has Sprung And So Will I

The magnetic warmth of the weather is

Pulling my imagination out the door,

Yet my a*s stays planted in a hard plastic chair

In the back of the most vanilla classroom I’ve ever seen.

Staring at the back half of a spike haired frat boy,

I cant help but listen to his bragging

To cowardly acquaintances about

His most recent run in with the law.

To my right is a fast asleep pregnant woman

And I am so uninterested.

This schooling serves no purpose in molding me into

What I want to be,

The zeitgeist of all that is

Teenage angst and boredom.

Math class wont help me solve

The clever word equations in my head and

I sure as hell don’t need geography to find

My pen and tattered pad of paper.

Yet here I sit,

Watching a grey haired man

Writing illegible nonsense on his chalkboard

And droaning on about god knows what.

Wow this is so pointless.

I’m out of here.

I have more legitimate puzzle to query.

Author's Note

This is something I wrote a few months ago (obviously from the title). Its just about the general boredom of a community college class.

Reviews

[x]

Nice little write.
Frat boys aye, what little trouble makers they can be.
Well written. I like it..
Thanks so much for sharing.

[Michael of Gilead]

hehehehe.....you captured bordom so well and those thoughts that race through one's head

[Brad]

wow...did you happen to go to my school? i was in the classroom with you...in the back...the classroom was next to the teachers lounge so i could sneak a smoke during filmstrips without notice...hahaha...like the dreamy sequence man

[ScarlettTheDreamer]

Good. The clear details you used make even the most unpoetic things seem beautiful. I like it how you are yourself in this poem, and write so truthfully to what you feel. This is the kinda poem that I read over and over again. You are a natural and it really shows.