Math Class

Counting ceiling tiles
watching time go by
The clock starts going backwards
As I realise a heavy sigh

Learning simple math
Is such a bore
I could be doing other things
I should be doing more

The teacher talks and paints the board
as dust goes flying by
I slowly turn to face the wall
and watch the cloudy sky

X times nine
and y plus two
Learning over and over
Can you teach my something new?

Counting ceiling tiles
I'm up to a hundred and four
I wait for the ring of that glorious bell
So I can walk out that door

**random poem, I wrote it in math class, and I figured it was a change of pace from my other poems