Classtime Ramblings

Blah Blah Blah
The teacher goes
What he is talking about
Nobody knows

High upon his podium of power
We are his obedient prisoners for the next hour
He flails his arms and speaks with spite
Regardless of the truth - whatever he says is right

This means that and that means this
He is putting on the dullest of shows
Will he ever stop
Nobody knows

Peering down with a disdainful glare
We are in a contest where all you do is stare
The professor eases the tension with a witty joke
Soon after the kid in the back is woke

Tick-tock Tick-tock
Class soon will end and anxiety grows
Will I stay awake until the bell rings
Nobody knows