Time is ticking

The hands are moving

Half an hour

Will soon be over


Boredom doesn't hit me,

Unlike others, incredibly frequently

But it has now

The ticking is so loud.


Tick, tick, tick, tick

This has got to be a trick.

I've gone for hours without doing anything,

But now all I can hear is the ticking.


My feet tap without me controlling them

All according to the irritating rhythm

Even my teacher's drone,

In that dreary monotone,

Astonishingly cannot compete with that

Tick, tick, tick, tick


I'm drowning in boredom.