This was obviously written about the boredom of exams. I really had nothing else to write during the testing, so I decided to write about exactly what I was doing: brushing my hair back, listening to some kid snoring, staring at the clock. You know, just normal teenage stuff. This poem is very boring and frustrating because it's about a boring and frustrating topic, so I apologize if you fall asleep while reading it. The last line was a little difficult because I wanted to represent the rhythm of that line as being like eighth notes. If you don't know what I mean, just think of each tick or tock of the last line as being thought or said twice as fast as the slow ticks and tocks of the past lines... I guess that's it.