So I'm bored in English Class.
Finished my final, which was easy.
I've got fifty minutes to kill
yet no way to entertain me.

So right now I'll write,
maybe some silly rhymes.
Who cares if they're not exact?
I'm just trying to waste time.

Okay, now forty five minutes to go.
These minutes need to hurry.
I wish I didn't finish my book
But I finished my Spanish one early.

So, yeah this is lame, I know.
But, I've got nothing else to do.
Hey, I haven't written in awhile.
So, I guess this one's for you.

It's not my best
Stupid, more or less.
Maybe I'll write better later.
My head's already a mess.

Time is finally moving
If I'm stuck here longer-I'll explode.
The teacher says no talking
So I'm tapping out morse code.

I swear I'll die of boredom.
So if you never hear from me,
You'll know the reason why
This will be all I leave.

Yes, I know, these rhymes are bad.
Honestly, I don't care.
I'm just trying to entertain myself
With a gel pen and paper bare.

Maybe I'll write an ode.
It's something, at least.
Ode to what's around me?
Definitely not an ode to LPHS East.

Ode to a swivel chair?
Ode to my bag?
Ode to my teacher's desk?
God, I wanna stab myself with a dag-ger.

Rainbow gel pens are my salvation
They color my day
and brighten up my boredom
while spicing up what I say.

Alright, twenty more minutes.
Twenty pen tapping, finger crackin'
Long, excrutiatingly long
minutes. It's boring and lackin'

Maybe this will by my definitive work,
The one you'll all remember me by.
Of course it'll be the one I don't wax poetic,
go philosophical, or even try.

That'll be just my luck.
No one pays attention to my "good ones", anyway.
Who says they will to this one?
Why do I even care? Oy vey!