The Artificial I (this is a poem)

(I wrote this when I was in a lecture and bored because the lecturer talks so much I can't follow what she's saying)

Sometimes I
would like
a joke shop eye.
An oversized
googly
squishy
stress ball eye
to 'accidentally'
drop on the floor
when the lecturer talks too much
and I get bored.
It would stare at her
from under the table.
Such would be
the joy
of giving her
the evil I.