Class

Plank the desk says..

Well he says nothing

 

Cause I’m looking at him and covering his face the whole time

Papers, a notebook, and pencils lay over wooden lips

In a cubicle called class

2454 in this house called mason

an educational place in 

my current instituion

 

And the teacher’s talking

So I’m Listening completely

And my thoughts are completing

Fragments crush conjunctions and stiffen sentences

Everything makes sense

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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