Perhaps I’ll count the ceiling tiles
or research Russian communism.
Perhaps I’ll dream of misty isles
or learn a complex algorithm.
Perhaps I’ll wonder, long and hard,
on what life has in store–
or maybe I will do nothing at all,
and sit around here being bored.
Maybe I’ll draw a little boat
upon my notebook’s lines
and dream of places it might float
while I am left behind.
I’ve already counted the many cracks
on the wall where the window sits.
Though I may be never asked,
there are thirty-six.
Perhaps I’ll make a little Yoda
from origami paper.
Perhaps I will go buy a soda,
or fix the broken stapler.
I’ll even go as far to say
that I will scrub the floors,
or dust the highest shelves–no pay!–
or clean the smudgy doors.
I’ll do anything–anything!–
no matter how dirty or muddy–
procrastinate in any way–
just don’t make me study!
