Nine am, Sociology class, I was all ears when I heard the famous back row start their own discussion, which lead me to part two of Delve into poetry.
The back row prattles from time to time,
Jeopardizing a career not anyone’s, but mine,
Lets nor forget, I live in a land of food and wine,
This makes me crave for a pie of key lime.
Shut up, shut up, to them I want to say,
Little realizing that’s not the way,
I’d turn around and throw a punch,
I’m sure to get hurt, not by one, but a bunch.
Sociology differs from Psychology,
The guys behind are planning an orgy.
To stay attentive I need a coffee,
Oh wait, I just found a Moka toffee.
Lectures are over and I’m seated on a slab,
with the rest of them who has no flab,
Far away I spot the Barbie dollies,
With branded clothes and colorful lollies.
They’re real cuties,
Facade: serious on studies,
While all they do is chatter with buddies.
Oh Daddy, Get me out of here please,
Nothing could make this torment ease,
Feels like been stung by a thousand bees,
The moment I’m out of here, the pain will cease.
The questions begin, How long how long?
Reminding me of a contemporary song,
Red Hot Chili Peppers, The other side,
I’m blogging to mitigate this aggro inside.