What would I say?
If I could say it all.
I would say....
The class is a bore, nothings new nothings different
This class is a snore, its monochrom, monotone, a robots drone
This is no time to sleep, but my eyes fall from half mast to full.
I instead enter a dream, where I hear you but it makes no sense.
Your words do fly, around and around
But then they fall, dead and flat to the ground.
Its always been hard, this world of education
But this winter is cold, and we have no heat.
Our breath is white frost, a chilling defeat.
We have met winter and it runs a powerpoint.