WWW.bored
By scatman
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A week of lectures about web design,
I'm writing endless notes, line after line,
I'm sat in here when I could be in bed,
Everything that's said goes over my head,
It goes on and on for hours without pause,
If there's a lot more I'll walk out those doors,
A monotone voice from a microphone,
Why can't this woman just leave me alone,
We must have covered all of it by now,
The why, the what, the when, where and the how,
I'm meant to listen and take in each word,
They're going to test me on all that I've heard,
I've lost all feeling in my legs and bum,
A few hours more and my brain'll go numb,
I can feel myself begin to nod off,
I'm kept awake by someone's nearby cough,
Projected images on a huge screen,
It should be thrilling but I'm not that keen,
I look at my watch but that makes it worse,
At this rate I'll leave this room in a hearse,
My churning stomach which soon must be fed,
Right now I'd settle for water and bread,
I dream of being anywhere but here,
Perhaps on a beach with an ice cold beer,
Or maybe perched on a mountain top,
But soon the bubble of my dreams goes pop,
I'm stuck in a room with others like me,
Each with their own place that they'd rather be,
There's the slackers slouched up on the back row,
They don't give a toss and can't wait to go,
Forward from them are sat me and my crew,
Deciding if this is what we should do,
Down at the front are all the boffs and swats,
Who all seem to be enjoying it lots,
Some people find these lectures of great use,
Others will just sit and whisper abuse,
I'm glad to sit and be talked at all day,
I just hope I get what she has to say,
Windowless walls that let in no daylight,
I wouldn't know if we were here all night,
We take a quick break and get some fresh air,
It gets so humid and stuffy in there,
The monologue of facts continues still,
There's no more space on my notepad to fill,
Finally the lesson draws to a close,
We begin to stir from our daylong doze,
My wrist aches from scribbling lots with my pen,
Tomorrow we've got to do this again,
As I stand up I feel achy limbs creak,
We've got these damn lectures for a whole week!
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