Senioritis
ringing of the bell
brings us to this hell
no one
no one
no one
cares to say hello
to you
hands in our book bags
texting away
no one
no one
no one
respects
your rules
walking around the room
squawking like a bird
no one
no one
no one
is listening
to you
writing on the chalk board
boring us to death
no one
no one
no one
is paying attention
to you
rambling on and on
off on a tangent
no one
no one
no one
understands
what you are saying
stacks on stacks
our homework piles up
no one
no one
no one
is planning
to do it
ringing of the bell
relives us from this hell
no one
no one
no one
cares to say bye
to you.
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