School

Words spill out in a flood
Another lecture
Another barrage of pointless information
The walls are closing in on me
I swear they are
The room is spinning
I'm drowning in a sea of boredom
Staring at a whiteboard
That tells me things I already know
Take notes, I'm told
Oh sure
How about I carve them into my arm
That
At the
Very least
Would
Be interesting