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faceless conspiracies of second hour.

by Andrew S Adams

i'm feeling rather empty at the moment.
a body sprawled across a desk,
scrawling words in annonymous notebooks,
empty. like i said.

endless chatter; it's all just fantasy.
football, strippers, god- It's all fantasy.

The workers are talking math.
the teachers are talking school spirit
the church girls are talking holy spirit,
-and the cheerleaders have it all covered
(like a thin layer of shear)

what a fucking conspiracy.
it all adds up to a fucking conspiracy.

through all of this, my arm
is going numb-
my mind has gone numb-
staring at the page from one hundred
and eighty degrees,

it's just another day in math class-
just another faceless day in math class.

10/06/2003

Posted on 10/07/2003
Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 10/07/03 at 03:56 AM

Wow. I thought I was the only one that got THAT bored in class. This is good Andy. Really good.

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