As I sit on this padded seat,
The computer monitor at my sight
This tedious tempering of working mass
becomes my rythem all the way to the night
I look up at the clock,
It is ten past ten
I look at the classroom
I hear a few words now and then.
I ponder my work
and finish it so
when it's time to leave
I'm ready to go
So why am I typing this poem you ask?
When there may be a more important task?
Well the answer is as simple as this
For no reason at all, I have to admit
But don't blame me for this bored act
It just so happens it be inspiration I lack
so by typing this poem for you now
A later poem shall come for the poetry crowd
As I leave this padded school seat
and leave for the bus for lunch to eat
You can have a little thought or two
What if this bored person was you?
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