Today's Lecture

It’s 9 in the morning. The time when I sleep in my thoughts The time when I browse with no warning The time when I nail the teacher to the cross With his tedious work ethic, With his dull monotone, With his stupendous sight of sluggish logic, I cannot stand his voice alone. I am there if Plato’s Theory of Forms is applied I am there to write my name on the list I am there just to spend some time to bide Yet in the Form of myself, I do not exist At least I crave for his silly spasms Seriously.. I am not saying this with sarcasm!!