I'm meant to be doing my homework,

But fluorescent lights burn my eyes

And I'm not in the mood to work;

Easily distracted by the German lyrics

Wafting to my ears from brother's room

- Such distractions make work an impossibility

My mind shifts constantly, looking for an escape,

I've always despised the rigid confines of school –

So I lie here writing poems – not poetry, they're not

Such masterpieces as those. For poetry is an art,

And I just dabble in the form,

Tossing out poems that few will read,

And even less of us will understand,

For how can they, when I don't?