The Search
  Hysteria rises, common sense subsides,
and the next one to speak will get a surprise
'Cos I just want to scream, to shout, pull out my hair
or theirs…yes theirs, I want to pull out their hair
with tweezers or tell them just what I think
this once – ‘cos I’m right on the brink
of madness, insanity – Look, miss has lost it!
Lost it? Lost what? Maybe I never had it
or you took it – which one of you buggers
has nicked it? I’m sure it was on my desk.
My Desk! I need a government grant for an
expedition to explore the unknown contours
that encapsulate my desk in an ice-age of
white paper. Perfectly preserved

Hold on kids…I’m going in.

There’s the exam data, I’ll look at that later,
and the letter to parents for the trip to the theatre,
the reports for year 9, the tests for year 10
and the homework that hasn’t been marked yet again.
The request for some feedback on the management’s drive
and detention, retention forms, 1,2,3,4…5,
the presentation for governors next Wednesday night
and a copy of Doris Lessing’s tale: ‘Flight’.

Ok. Now I’ve forgotten what I was looking
for, and there seems little point to the search.
And Drew’s gone beserk, Paige has called him a jerk,
or worse, but I really can’t tell.
I think it’s gone past the need for some tea.
I could do with a measure of san-i-tea –

Hold on kids…Where was I?

Comments:
 
StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 7/25/2008 9:21:38 PM
Funny poem. I liked it and can relate to it a lot for my desk is worse than yours. And also, your mom warned you that you would have kids one day. LOL

lindsay   lindsay wrote
on 7/25/2008 5:22:51 PM
Very fun poem and so true.

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