“Homeroom and Two Periods”

It’s only homeroom

An outlook dim

My face cast in pale

My eyes blurred in red

The day is dull of direction

Of point

Less is lesser

A test looms

Like the big bad boogie man

Of…something

I…I…I

Can’t get the words

                                    Out

Someone’s shirt

Brings out their eyes

Who cares?

Another pointless comment

In a pointless day

Here comes the test

HALT!

Questions of ratios

A dramatic pause

Let’s shut up and take it!

It has passed

And the day has lightened.

Form the point.

Yet now,

(I groan)

must go to history

where the teacher drones

I journey there,

Navigating the current

Of the hallway.

Wouldn’t it be fun

2 open door number to?

Instead we squeeze through one,

A traffic jam

The Hoover dam.

The bell tolls.

For whom?

Me?

No: Grant the Gabber.

Mary Lou:

A cool shirt

From you

To argue

Last. Former. Antiquated. Problems

I must condone

Slavery

So hard, I lose

Just plain stupid

The end is near.

The seconds hand races

Around the track of time.

Hopefully, the chimes will sound,

Yet they don’t.

He’s still talking.