life is in session and here i am

caught with my stubby pencil

taking notes in some shorthand i think i'll remember
only to be left with gibberish upon review

behind the wheel scribblin notes on my hand
mind is racing
a list of chores and calls and contacts to make today

i know darn well i wont complete even 3 of em
its just that kind of day(mushy in my head)

im not quite apathetic but i am definitely tardy
according to the office-

not enough motivation to be delinquent even

life is in session and im in the special class
feels more like the burn ward
gaping searing peeling stinking wounds
and hushed voices and looks of pity

so i ask for a hall pass for the lavatory
but i really just need to wander