Why I don't get my homework done

I'm done my first class today and it was pretty funny, seeing how my professor is very odd and is full of BS. He is cool though. I said something a little too profound and he didn't quite understand it so that didn't really work out. He really seems to have no idea how to teach nor does he really know a whole lot about the information being taught, and he agrees with everyones opinion. It's quite amusing. I still haven't read anything for that class yet. My next class is in about 30 minutes so I need to write this quick. Since the tone of this entry is pretty upbeat I'm deciding to type out one of my sillier poems that some people have already read. I will not be offering any meaning behind it because the poem is basically meaningless. But if I were to make up a meaning, it would be that people get upset over very trivial things.

Why I Destroyed Herbs Lawn Gnome

How dare you taunt me
Acting like it's your property
Guess what, It's not your property
You don't have a deed
And even if you did you couldn't read it
Go back to playing your miniature flute
Speaking of which
I've never heard you actually play it
Always holding it, but never putting it to your lips
Never playing a soft melody
It's an accessory for you

I've seen others like your kind
But none so arrogant
To stand right on the line of demarcation
diving my yard from Herb's
I'm surprised he allows you to stay on his property free of charge
because I know you didn't offer to pay a single penny
Or even ask hi if you could stay there
Sure, Herb is deaf
But you could have contacted him some form
Rather than just standing there
Claiming the spot as your own
Claiming Herb put you there

Every time I look out my bathroom window
you just stare
and I stare back
as if we were engages in some kind of staring contest
of course you always win
because I actually have a life
and I have places to go
Why don't you stare through Herb's window?
He doesn't have a life, He's 83
So I'm sure he has plenty of time on his hands
He would probably love the challenge
of facing you in a staring contest

Yet you continue to torture me
You never let up
Well, guess what? Your hat is stupid
No one wears hats that come to a point
No one with style at least
Luckily I have a plan to get rid of you
And your stupid pointy hat