Deep Thoughts
Class is ready
Great big room stuffed to gills with bodies
The lecture has begun.
We’re talking about human interaction,
But my mind is long gone.
I try to focus,
but there’s really no point.
My mind begins to ramble.
What was the name of that one poet from the Fifties?
Allen something.
His last name starts with a ‘G’.
Greenspan?
No, he’s got something to do with economics,
what am I thinking?
Great.
That’s going to bug me all day.
Lecture’s still going on,
I’m not catching a word of it.
There’s a guy a few seats down from me
He has a vacant look in his eyes
He’s playing solitaire on his laptop
Good work buddy.
This sure is a big room.
And it’s packed.
Why are we here?
Are we trapped?
That must be it, we’re trapped
Trapped in the stomach of a Great Beast
Have we ventured too far?
Gotten in over our heads?
Maybe we need Queequeg to come help us.
Wow, that was a little too intellectual
I think I should dumb these thoughts down a tad
This is a class after all
And what’s better to dumb thoughts down than television?
Let’s see…what was I watching earlier?
Oh yeah, they had Jeopardy on in the cafeteria…
Does anybody still watch Jeopardy?
I don’t care too much for Alex Trebek,
too smug.
I prefer Will Ferrell.
I should probably at least try to pay attention
But I don’t think it would make a difference
My mind wanders far too ea – GINSBERG!
It was Allen Ginsberg!
That’s better.
Why’d that take me so long?
Everyone’s getting up…
Guess class is over.
That was productive.
I think it’s nap time.
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