In the middle of the class
I was writing a poem
Pen down done
I was wasting a paper.
Looking at my watch
I was counting the sand
Pushing my mind
I was thinking hard.
Ignoring the lecture
I was busy texting friends
If the prof sees me
I would get ruthless dents.
Foreseeing my incoming bad
I hid the cell back
Paying much more attention
I tore the paper apart.
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