I sit here wondering when will time pass
I stare at the screen wondering that's all
It feels like the air is such a great mass
Oh how I sit here today not so tall
How I could slide off my chair and just fall
Down on the ground I could just go to sleep
Today feels like I ran into a wall
I could just lay there and count all the sheep
Get rid of mondays and fridays we keep
Hair, I'm ready to give one giant pull
I hate mondays nobody makes a peep
When the time comes it will be delightful
I sit here waiting for the 15th bell
Oh it is school, and only time will tell
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Try to avoid Yoda-Speak (Help you, I can) in your poetry, There are better ways to make the meter work than to write in twisty weird ways. Your Spenserian-fu is strong but try to push your compression more. What is time to you on a school day? Is it a foe? A prison guard?
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