A Poem to Take Away from Boring Meetings

Below is a poem I spent the entire hours in the meeting to pen. It's not fantastic mainly because it's sort of born from mad scribblings and hallucinations from missing the girlfriend. It is done in imitation of Eliot's Wasteland fragmented fashion and also to reflect the author's mood. So here goes:

Frivolous Fragments

Speakers with loud-speakers speaking.

I hear

Nothing. Are your eyes heavy?

Mine are not, while resting.

Many messy mental misses. Misses

Miss Flips.

Fill in what data slips??

That fat pea(1) is not stopping.

People are talking.

Sleep is falling

Flippers calling

Sweet dreams willing

Footnotes:

(1) Pea is the teacher's code for... Principal