Saturday, February 15
My hand in the air
An important announcement:
Nobody likes you.
When he grimaces
In the midst of a sentence
He looks like a frog
Stop start stop start stop
Start stop start stop start stop start
Stop start stop start RING!!!!
Alleged teacher
Talks about the government
Is this history?
Movie time is great
Students pay no attention
Write haiku instead
Frogs and toads are green
They are the most awesome things
Now irrelevant
Islam is not bad
Or so he tells us. Again.
Again. And again.
A movie again
This is a typical class
This is so boring
So full of hot air
Bigger and bigger he grows
We will deflate him
His pants are too short
Way too much thigh is revealed
Must avert my eyes
This is not a class,
It is the time before lunch,
So why is Brooks here?
Please don’t ask questions,
He does not know the answer
But he can stop tapes
Is Brooks dead today?
He walks through the door again
Damn, he’s still alive
Clutches chest and gasps
Teacher has a heart attack
Students don’t notice
Our unbiased lord
He who surveys all below
What a joke he is
Oh what a martyr
Without indoctrination,
But so full of shit
Stuttering Wendell
Blindly groping for a point
Yet, alas, he fails
Broken podium
Oh such pandemonium
Our ancient ruins
Videos daily
Eerie glow of TV rays
Do we have cancer?
Overstuffed scarecrow
A shirt pulled taut over his
Protruding stomach
I think he’s realized
We spend classes mocking him
Wait…nope, nothing’s changed
This class is better
In terms of education
If I sleep through it
A revolting smell
This room stinks of flatulence
Oh wait, that’s Brandon
Pulls his eyebrows in
Makes a very grumpy face
He looks three years old
Hand waving quickly
I do not understand it
Is it sign language?
Shitty bad classroom
The monstrous piles of papers
Behind Brook's desk
Why are the lights off?
Oh right, we’re watching movies
Oh well, back to sleep
No eating in class
Such irreverence will not
Be tolerated
This lecture contains
So many tangents I feel
Like I’m in math class
Speaking as a guy
Who owns but two pairs of pants
Brandon – buy some pants!
Brooks points at TV
He tells us to look at it
Goody. It’s a goat
Brandon, shorts and all
A three toed sloth he is
Man, or perhaps not
Happa with bared legs
Haughtily holds his head high
He I love to hate
So slowly time moves
A frustration vocalized
Gwar like whoa indeed
Eyelids become lead
I’m drifting into a daze
Sleep now sleep noww sslleeeppp
Such emphatic hands
Now who am I speaking of?
Who? Brandon or Brooks?
Wear something else please
I wonder, do you smell bad?
You probably do
Every ten seconds
Stops movie, says: blah blah blah
I wish he would shut up
Elena’s written
What could be a haiku but
Her handwriting sucks
Gray-um is shit head
Makes fun of my heiroglyphs
Rrr, narrator brit
So the week begins
Brooks is again diseased
Why? Why am I here?
Which of these is worse—
The backbreaking pain of desks
Or Brooks droning on
His beard, big and white
The booming strength of his voice
Like God, but stupid
Minutes like dust motes
Flying, dancing in sunbeams
Potential wasted
Do not trash the room
Mister Brooks will not clean it
Nor will janitor
Words are flying out
His mouth is moving quickly
Too bad no one cares
My head hurts. Hey, look—
The sun is coming out now
Outside... not in here
A smug old bastard
He is a real know it all
Why won't he just die
Twitching and spasms
His twangs are ridiculous
Random bursts of "blaagh"
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
Why does not he stop talking?
Brooks is so stupid
Never stops talking
He thinks that he is in pain
But he hurts us more!
I don't know my grade
In this God-forsaken class
Please, Brooks have mercy
Paying attention
In this class is difficult
Except Jewish stuff
Put the movie in.
Please put the movie in now.
We'll like the movie more
Using waves of sound,
The true master paralyses his opponent
Leaving him vulnerable to attack
It's as if he shouts
His germs toward us, all packed
Like sardines against the wall
Hair like white sea-foam
Eyes like endless rich caverns
Too bad he's a fool
Stuffy rows of desks
Large black man gets no respect
Where is the learning
So many questions
Drops of wonderment on grass
Why is Mike Orloff?
My neck hurts so much
I think I have a fever
I want to go home
So many questions
One hundred multiple choice
Lots of essay shit
Sniffing the back yard
Nose in the grass he squats down
The dog lays a poo
Goat sleeps in dumpster
Words fall from mouth to deaf ears
Brooks gets no respect
This class is so dumb
IQ falling from the brain
De-evolution
Rain falls on window
This sounds like our stinking class
The joy of learning
No soap radio
Purple monkey dishwasher
Don't kill nobody
Where is my lunch break
Head throbbing stomach aching
Must stab Wendell Brooks
A snake in the grass
Swallowing large children whole
Needs more seasonings
