Some dumb poem I wrote about being bored in class

[i_am_all_alone]

And with the flick of my wrist
it's done.
Boredom has conquered, and Drowsiness
is trying to strengthen his foothold.
The pillar my arm creates
cradles my dulled head.

Now, trying desperately to keep awake,
I write this poem
Something, if not nothing, can save me
from this prison of unwantingness;
Close my eyes, drown in rest,
jolt back up in a clap.
Annoyed, I sink past my palm
and into a curled up arm.

HA! Saved!
Thank you clock, for striking 12:55
and setting off the bell.