The Boring Class

by Jordy Brown
(Cedar Falls, IA, USA)

I sit and wait for the teacher to start talking,
But he never does,

So I look out the window.
There is a girl whom a boy is following,
And on the building lands a crow,
To socialize and have serious crow flow.

The bricks below lay from north to south,
And on them is a professor walking with a slouch.
The room is dull and rather dark,
And there is a tall boy, his name is Clark.

The girl in front of me is wearing a sweater vest,
But for now I will put my head on this


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