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Schooltime Rhyme

Just in class,
taking notes, trying to pass.
Education, trying to get a taste.
Man, what a waste.
I’m bored with no satisfaction,
so I’m writing this poem as a distraction.
Math, we learn improper fractions.
Next is English, with its word contractions.
Now it’s lunch,
and I eat a bunch.
Then there’s Chemistry,
learning ionic compounds that are binary.
Last period, History.
We learn about the president,
and his secretary.
Twenty minutes left to go,
so I’ll let the rhymes flow.
Although, it seems like time is moving slow.
My mind is literally ready to blow.
It seems I’m a little stumped,
for my flow is a little clumped.
I’m running out of words to say,
I’ve already used too much today.
But I’ll try to keep going,
and keep this rhythm flowing.
I wish time could fly fast,
and leave everything in the past.
My mind is having a blast,
writing like this poem is my last.
But I know it’s not,
because there is more to be brought.
My skills can never be bought,
because this, I was never taught.
I’m just original.
It all came natural.
I’m supposed to be doing work,
but inside this poem is where I lurk.
Bringing my words out to the fullest,
where yours are just the dullest.
Say what you want, I don’t care,
because my mind isn’t even there.
Your voice is so unclear.
I’d be surprised if anyone could hear.
Now I’m out of words to pair.
Gee, with only five minutes to spare.

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