Every day I await the 4:15 bell

I reach for my keys and bid the school farewell

But no matter what time I get to my car

The parking lot line has grown increasingly far.

I just want to go home after eight hours of class,

But instead I wait in a line and watch 17 minutes pass,

As the flavor dissolves from the gum that I’m chewing,

I think of things that I could be doing.

Watch the “Suit and Tie” music video 3.08157 times

Find an ATM to exchange all my nickels for dimes

Study the history notes that I haven’t looked through

These are a few of the things I could do.

Bake a batch of cookies and eat the leftover dough

Watch a commercial-free version of a TV show,

Scrape the gum off the bottom of my soccer shoe,

These are a few of the things I could do.

Drive to Sonic and back and to Sonic once more.

Color coordinate my underwear drawer.

Play four rounds of the board game “Guess Who?”

These are a few of the things I could do.

The waiting comes to an end as I reach the stop sign.

I feel bad for the people at the back of the line.

I finally head home to my comforting den.

And dread tomorrow afternoon, when this will happen again.