Drifting in and out of sleep
Management studies are profound and deep
Crouching and hunching to hide one self
Looking for comfort around ourself
Battering comments and a blabbering professor
each one more boring than his predecessor
Yet we find solace in class and benches
For our lack of boredom it now quenches
Imaginary objects looming overhead
All images white blue and red
Now the lecture becomes even more unbearable
the professor trying to entertain us with a fable
Even less blood pumping to the brain
hand over eyes now I cannot refrain
Slowly head held at half mast
Damn only half the class has gone past
Now the time for examples and anecdotes
Irritating interjections by the dumb rotes
Now the feeling is full and whole
I guve up and sleep with a steady systole
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