The Classroom at 1st Period

The chair has a wobble unlike any other

The bottom is etched with a curse to my mother

The desks are etched and worn

Either with symbols or porn

The corners are chipped

And the "secret" message on the floor is ripped

The linoleum is scuffed and stained

And puddles on the floor have gathered from the rain

The one to the right of me is soaked to the brim

With his hand resting 'neath his chin

The walls are posted with previous assignments

With no actual grid or alignment

Up front the desk is covered with everything you can think

Setting teachers to the brink

And behind the desk comes the noise

Directed toward the girls and boys

I gaze at the clock and I do sigh

For it is only 8:25