As I sit in the Maths class
As I sit in the mathematics class,
Wondering whether I would pass,
The teacher shoots formulas from his mouth,
But my ears rebound them, uncouth,
The numbers and diagrams dance on the board, gleefully,
And I clap and nod mechanically.
And then sounds,
The droning inanimation,
The human transportation,
The blood, the heart, the chamber of secrets,
And my brain is a clot.
Drowsy heads, drooling mouths, studious facades.
Four chambers, oxygenated blood, blah blah blah...
But my pen beckons me, Hola!
It smirks at the madding crowd
Maddening yet more for ranks,
Unaware that it's suicide
Original sparks' foeticide.
And then the bell rings,
My thoughts scatter
Hither and thither,
As I sit in the Bio class,
My mind do I tether.