In school when
I feel drowsy.
In school when
I can’t concentrate.
In school when
flowing lava of friends;
stare at the clock,
clean their tables,
prepare to eat.

         Ring!

My friends run like
voracious cows
jumping everyone
who is in their way.

People without
sharp horns; like me
wait in endless lines;
with their loudly
erupting stomach,
tucked with
explosive rocks, 
and a dormant
volcano of patience.

People who can’t
stay with a solid rein
are kicked out from
a herd of lusty cows.

Waiting patiently
until the tsunami of
avid cows leave
in the end give
a nectarous meal.