I dont get bored in class, i become creative

in an entire new subject. Its funny actually some of the best stuff i write i dont even remember it. It's kinda like an outer body experience for me. I guess la la land is farther away than i thought.

So it started off with me taking notes for accounting on sigma six, and non-value added activities and i distinctly remember someone pissing me off so i wrote this poem to vent :)

The discrepancies abide outside the parenthesis.
This unforgiving knowledge will not have the best of me.
Half truths and broken hearts
Become lifeless endeavors and false starts,
Drying out where you last comrade hung you out
This isnt the right time or place to began your pout
Your public displays of woe and distraught
have you figuratively bled from every spout?
orifice?
Every pore rains upon houses, knocks upon doors.
Considering the time of the day, and the time of the year
Individuals will come out to play,
Open their ears,
But only to watch your blood transform into tears
The pain adheres to the fear in your insolent eyes
But the joy rushes to their hear as the
watch
you
die.