Don't Ask and I Still Will TAIL....

UNtitled poem written in an UNinteresting class…

I was in my 1st class of the day, Monster’s Studies, which I take from the most egostical, arrogant, racist, boring man here on Earth.  Needless to say I DO NOT like the class.  I mean, what is Monster’s Studies anyway?! Well in my attempt to not care to find the answer, I began to write.  I am sure the the tone of my poem will express to you the lack of interest I have in this class and the teacher.  Here goes nothing, Enjoy!

Untitled

Bored.

1^st class.

Rambling.

Not ME.

But him.

The beast without the beauty.

Monster of lecture.

Mouth of the south.

Yet, I listen.

Why?

I pay.

I listen.

He rambles.

So I write.

About nothing.

About everything.

Just write.

Moving left to right.

Ink flowing.

Airborne.

Killing ignorance.

The antidote.

A found cure.

Pure, yet raw.

1^st draft.

Hour time.

Virgin thoughts.

Aimless rhymes.

Hearing.

Not listening.

Still rambling.

Not ME.

But him.

Not learning.

So I write.

And like him,

My pen rambles.