My terrible poem that I wrote in class today.

[bernie16wb]

Microeconomics is Boring
Or
I Don't Need a Forty-Five Minute Lecture on the Definition of Slope

There is no me
Time crawls as her words drone and drone
I sit willing to just be
I am but skin and bone


I also wrote a rough French translation of this poem from what I remember from my French classes. I lost it though, I'll edit it in if I find it.

Enjoy knowing that, yes, there is a more terrible writer than you out there!

[flabbergasted]

Ah, it's not too terrible (just don't plan on winning any prizes :)) but at least it was fit for the occasion? Keep writing and never stop!