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More Poetry!!!

Those of you experiencing the same senioritis I am should appreciate/identify with this one.

Class

Can’t focus
Mind is reeling…
Here we go,
Another class discussion
I know nothing about.
Time to sound elegant,
Oh so intelligent
While my mind swims
Off like a trout.
Slippery and quick,
Jumping and leaping,
Snatching small morsels of
Sweet distraction.
Until sharp hook,
Shiny and cruel,
Snags my attention,
And drags me, struggling
Back here—to school.

*****copyright james yeager 2004*****


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