This is my poem

im in this room, absently staring at the
speaker in front
he's talking about things related to auditing
which i believe is useless
these things won't come out during the exams
which will be this saturday, 3 days from now
i just remembered, gosh, i didnt know; time flies by so fast
four days seem like one

anyway, im writing down my thoughts
at this moment
really just trying to give poetry a shot
the speaker's voice is buzzing in the air,
he's a good friend of mine
i thought he was gay, the first time i met him
but now i know he isnt 'coz he boasts a lot
about the many girlfriends and flings he's had
he looks like a very important man in the senate

anyway, what im writing down does not sound like poetry
doesnt look like poetry, doesnt smell
or even taste like poetry
the words don't even rhyme, oh well
but we have what's called free verse
so i guess this is acceptable

caps.
this classmate in the front looks like a baseball player
what with his cap and gum?
put in the bat and tight pants and he's ready to play
i don't like people who chew gums in class
this poem is no poem at all
maybe this isn't a poem
maybe this is a song
i think i have a future in this one
i'll write songlike poems for famous singers
wow, then the world will watch those
singers go down because of my compositions
ok, now's the time to get serious
only 30 minutes left before dismissal
i'll use 5 minutes to concentrate
on things and look into my poetic side

now here goes:

carl is speaking
all about auditing
while i am writing
without even thinking

i see my teacher
she is standing up now
the room feels like a freezer
aircon should be turned off, but how?
and how rhymes with wow
now do you think i should bow?

hahaha!!
that's it. that's my poem
my trying hard, amateur poem.