Scrap Paper Poetry #3: One in the Hand, Too Bored

Why, oh why did I think it was a good idea to take a Critical Thinking class that runs from 5:30 to 9:00 at night? [Edit: That’s a lot of empty space down there. Hrm. Too lazy to fix it.]

Boredom boredom everywhere

and not a drop of sleep.

Reason out that argument,

a conclusion two premises deep.

Pay attention,

Make sure you understand.

Oh, look-

I drew a hand.

Oh yes, because it was originally going to be taught by a professor I’d previously had, who rocks my philosophical socks. But there was a last-minute professor change… *sigh* More poems to come.