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!!
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