Something I scribbled literally in the middle of a final exam in college, back in 2016.
Soon as the teacher leaves, students speak, the teacher peeps
Back inside, students hide they eyes, too awkward let's let it slide
You see both parties know of each other's state of mind
Teacher tired of this grind, but it pays, she don’t resign
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If I read her mind, would I find her thoughts neatly aligned?
Likely not, not a robot, they must collide just like mine
As for my thoughts, they drift away and I simply let ‘em glide
It's bad: I'm writing on the wrong paper, the answer sheet's by my side
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But what's a guy to do when his head is empty, take a nap?
I literally know nothing, I’m on that John Snow crap
Should've studied, fault is mine, blame I don't assign
Waste time then, hate yourself now, that's how the cycle's designed
Great poem...Had me mesmerized.
I wouldn't try to describe the state in which you wrote this as boredom. The words rolled off my tongue.