A poem has to rhyme
So the following lines will rhyme.
This is just a way to pass my time.
This teacher is boring me to hell.
How does she have so much to tell?
I just can’t wait for the ringing of the bell.
It is thrilling avoiding the teacher’s sight.
Because hand me down, she might
If she finds out what I write.
Diseases and drugs,
The living and the dead.
It never really ends.
And now I’m feeling all down;
My face with a big frown.
Fuck it! I’ll go to China Town.
In retrospect, I feel that some things need to be cleared for better context:
- The poem was actually written during a class, in med school.
- China Town is a popular restaurant in the area