Nonesense

This is what happens when one is tired,
lazy, and bored while school flows on.
What shall I do but type out a poem about nothing,
meaningless, and crude.
One day I know I may regret my mind's dictations,
speeches, and truths.
But as of yet, I could care less,
barely, and relatively.
The end comes near as this poem grows dear to me,
myself, my mind.