Why does Science make me sleep?

Maybe it is just too deep

Or perhaps I’m not that smart

To assimilate the knowledge it imparts.


The rattling seems to drone on and on

My eyelids begin to shut as I dream of fun,

I spread out as if on a lawn

And my consciousness is all but gone.


I wake up with a start and realize I am still in class

I cringe as the professor stares at me like I’m glass

I grab my pen and paper furiously scribbling

Asking a question to show that I am listening.


He exerts himself as he describes details in depth

I am enveloped in shame for I know his feelings may be hurt.

So, I suck on an Altoid for that dose of peppermint

While I compose this poem and battle not to fall asleep.

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