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In Their Monotone Song... by David Nicholas
The professor drones on in their monotone song
The day has slowed to one eternal crawl
I keenly wait for when that last bell tolls
So I can escape this hellish lecture hall
The professor drones on in their monotone song
The remnants of my focus has ran dry
All I hear is the inane sound of blather
As I dream about the sunny summer skies
The professor drones on in their monotone song
My brain calmly begins to drift away
The persistent study has finally caught up
My mind’s matter has just lost its’ grey.
The professor drones on in their monotone song
And I’m officially in the Land of Nod
Lucid dreams grip me as I travel the lands
Akin to a paradise, fit only for Gods.
The professor drones on in their monotone song
The week’s lecture has met its end
Quietly the students rise to their feet and exit
While I remain seated, mentally suspended
The professor drones on in their monotone song
Suddenly, I’m overcome with violent motion
I open my eyes to find I’ve been shook awake
Having missed most of that entire commotion.
The professor had droned on in monotone song
They leave me but not without Death’s glare
I get up and leave, and like a truck it hits me
Son-of-a-bitch, I’ve only doubled my despair.
The professor drones on in their monotone song
The day has slowed to one eternal crawl
I keenly wait for when that last bell tolls
So I can escape this hellish lecture hall
The professor drones on in their monotone song
The remnants of my focus has ran dry
All I hear is the inane sound of blather
As I dream about the sunny summer skies
The professor drones on in their monotone song
My brain calmly begins to drift away
The persistent study has finally caught up
My mind’s matter has just lost its’ grey.
The professor drones on in their monotone song
And I’m officially in the Land of Nod
Lucid dreams grip me as I travel the lands
Akin to a paradise, fit only for Gods.
The professor drones on in their monotone song
The week’s lecture has met its end
Quietly the students rise to their feet and exit
While I remain seated, mentally suspended
The professor drones on in their monotone song
Suddenly, I’m overcome with violent motion
I open my eyes to find I’ve been shook awake
Having missed most of that entire commotion.
The professor had droned on in monotone song
They leave me but not without Death’s glare
I get up and leave, and like a truck it hits me
Son-of-a-bitch, I’ve only doubled my despair.
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New work of poetry! 
This is a reflection of mine going back some few months ago when I inexplicably nodded off and missed about half an hour of an important lecture, during the semester. Just on the spur of the moment, that got me thinking about how many other students fall victim to the nods simply out of boredom or out of exhaustion.
Don't lie folks, we have ALL fell asleep during an especially boring lecture that seems to go on for days, I don't care how nerdy or high-achieving you are.
What I do care about though, as always, is your wonderful feedback, so please, leave behind any comments or critiques, anything that comes to mind, and I'll be sure to address you as soon as I can. In the meantime, here's to our morning coffee and a good night's rest (An either/or thing for many, I'm sure.)
This is a reflection of mine going back some few months ago when I inexplicably nodded off and missed about half an hour of an important lecture, during the semester. Just on the spur of the moment, that got me thinking about how many other students fall victim to the nods simply out of boredom or out of exhaustion.
Don't lie folks, we have ALL fell asleep during an especially boring lecture that seems to go on for days, I don't care how nerdy or high-achieving you are.
What I do care about though, as always, is your wonderful feedback, so please, leave behind any comments or critiques, anything that comes to mind, and I'll be sure to address you as soon as I can. In the meantime, here's to our morning coffee and a good night's rest (An either/or thing for many, I'm sure.)
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Here is your (slightly hinted-at) return feedback. 
... I think it counts even if I go first.
This poem feels a touch long for what it is. I can't tell if that hurts or helps your point, since my eyes start to wander after you lay out where we're headed. The repetition of the first lines creates a nice lull that helps me get into the appropriate mood.
I do think "his" or "her" or "a" would work better than "their" for the monotone song. We're not talking plural here, and "a" works just fine if you want the gender ambiguous.
I like that each stanza progresses to a different stage. I can picture someone slumping forward in their desk as it goes on.
My favorite line here is "My mind's matter has just lost its grey."
Also, I'd like to say that I've never fallen asleep during a college course.
(Mind you, I was very focused on grades. And there were still times I blinked and realized I'd spent the last 5 minutes doodling a bird instead of taking notes.)
... I think it counts even if I go first. This poem feels a touch long for what it is. I can't tell if that hurts or helps your point, since my eyes start to wander after you lay out where we're headed. The repetition of the first lines creates a nice lull that helps me get into the appropriate mood.
I do think "his" or "her" or "a" would work better than "their" for the monotone song. We're not talking plural here, and "a" works just fine if you want the gender ambiguous.
I like that each stanza progresses to a different stage. I can picture someone slumping forward in their desk as it goes on.
My favorite line here is "My mind's matter has just lost its grey."
Also, I'd like to say that I've never fallen asleep during a college course.
(Mind you, I was very focused on grades. And there were still times I blinked and realized I'd spent the last 5 minutes doodling a bird instead of taking notes.)