A Lecture

At the front, an incredible bore,
Talking, talking, more and more,
Never stops, keeps on going,
All the words just keep on flowing.

Subject,s boring, monotonous voice,
Yes! He,s finished! O, rejoice!
No he hasn,t, just took a breath,
Every sentence closer to death.

I look around, people asleep,
The less determined begin to weep,
Me? I just sit and write.
Will I listen? Well, I might.