Bored

I like to dream that I can fly
Soaring through the nighttime sky
For 30 minutes of each class hour
I dream that I have super powers

My fantasy life might not be raging
If my real life were a little more engaging
You wouldn't believe the stories I've stored
All because I'm extremely bored

Last week I killed the columbian drug spies
And bought the biggest mansion their money could but
And when I put that tale to rest
I went and rescued a hot virgin princess

I find reality mono chromatic
I'd rather blow away some religious fanatic
With my super turbo laser beam
That vaporized the whole football team

And while I'm waiting in that long lunch line
I wonder how much food I can move with my mind
And while others around me point and tease
I just melt them with my radioactive abilities

So don't tell me that public school
Doesn't lend imagination some fuel
If teachers could read my mind they'd be floored
By what I think of in their class when I'm bored.