I'm getting bored like

Everything she says is

A wind passing

Through my ears

Nonsense

Words unheard

My hand aching

With every word

That I write

My nails piercing

Through my

Palm as I

Hold my pen

Vomiting blue ink

Everyone seems to

Listen

But only a few

Pays attention

People talking

Doing something else

Like me

I'm writing this

And she continues

To talk

Discussing about

Marketing

sigh

I'm bored to

Death

And to top

It off

I'm sitting at

The back

I could hardly

Read

Her presentation

And her words

Passing through

My ears

Like the wind

Unnoticed