You sit and wait and wonder. You slop, you stop, you stare. <br />Why, oh why is there nothing to do, except gaze into thin air? <br /> <br />You read a novel you've read 3 times, You flip through the pages. <br />By now you've memorised the whole thing, <br />The words, the chapters, the stages. <br /> <br />You start to draw useless lines. Swirls, squiggles and dots. <br />Until you find something to amuse you, the colour of peoples socks. <br /> <br />You watch your class mates twitch. Wander, look around and fiddle. <br />You browse your mind for things to do, and come up with a riddle. <br /> <br />You look up when someone coughs, to take you away from your bore. <br />Then you start to notice the rips, on the carpet floor. <br /> <br />People passing notes to each other, full of gossip and chat. <br />You wander what they are about? But no, you stayed there and sat. <br /> <br />You search for something to do, You play with your jumper cord. <br />But finally you give up. Screw this! I'm Bored.<br /><br />alice morrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/screw-this-im-bored/
