Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Sitting in the Back of a Lit Class

Sitting alone in the corner
With a notebook on my knee
Around I see a mild fervor
As I compose my poetry

A guitar sings to my right
And tunes of Back play in back
Bach's songs have great might,
While the guitar's might lack

In front, teacher tries to play
Some old DVD of Lit
Oh, it's playing now, hooray!
But still no one watches it

Now I try to finish this
But the teacher talks to me
Well this poem's a big miss
Lit class isn't the place to write poetry

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