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.