Physics is Boring
Gary Gin

Vecors, Scalars, Acceleration and Velocity,
   a big-bellied teacher who bears fake animosity.
Nothing to do, don't need to think,
   it only serves to cover paper with ink.
The teacher comes over, I great with a smile,
   man it really did take Him awhile.
When He sees no homework, He starts to glower,
   with most other students, it makes their heads lower.
He looks at me as if I were a bug,
   I stare at Him back because I'm just as smug.
Anyone can see that we're both just bored,
   everyone knows that in academics, I'm lord.
Because at these questions I'm simply the best,
   I can take out a pillow in class and just rest
As I watch the seconds go by on the clocks,
   I even start contemplating the meaning of socks.
Every block three He sits over there,
   He's at the computer probably playing solitaire.
I sit here some more with nothing in my brain,
   sitting this long feels almost like pain.
At least this is Friday, I get to go home,
   for a little more than two days I can roam.
But then comes Monday and I must come back,
   to sit here in class, do nothing and slack.
Several more hours of staring at the wall,
   I really don't need to be here at all.