A rambling; no future.
Nothing to look forward,
I can’t even really grasp why
I’m here. But I am.
Ya, I sit and listen
Superficial.
Blackboard,
Professor,
Mind a million miles away.
A little drool at the corner
Of the kid’s
Mouth next to me.
Sick ****.
Those twenty thousand dollars
Burning a hole through my pocket.
Falling on the floor, right next…
**** bursar.
Tuition,
I could’a traveled the world.
Get out of this country.
But no, I’ll get my education.
Stick it through.
Thinking, all the time
That life
Is. Much. To. Short.
To be living in the classroom.