I come into class

And sit in my chair

Waiting for all the minutes to pass

And I can’t help but to stare

In front of me

So lifeless and cold

One would also agree

It’s a dinghy shade of gold

Though its trippy posters are scary

And it has ugly brown molding

I know it’s necessary

For it’s the roof that it’s holding

Though it’s a necessity

I still believe it to be

A monstrosity

Why can’t anyone else see

A hundred some days

It’s looked me in the face

Only twenty some left

Till I get out of this place