during the power cut

Ma'am is sad cuz there's no power
Now her mood's gonna get sour.
She's gonna bore us until we die
And all that's left of us is Bheja Fry.
In her lectures, time stands still
And I start doubting the concept of free will.
With a mattress, this bench would make a decent bed
If I don't sleep now, I'll soon be brain dead!