The clock chimes 8 in the morn'.
It's Math, or it could be Biology, y'know, one o' those draggy subjects.
The teacher's not here yet, right?
I'ma put my head on the table and sleep...
untill everyone pushes their chairs back and stand.
Тьфу, time to greet the teachers already?
I stand on wobbly legs like those newborn chicks do,
I stare straight ahead in a daze through bleary eyes--
Guess what? I slept for 2 hrs the night before.
Pretty short, right? Wrong. Some days I don't sleep.
I greet, then my ass hits the chair/bench hard with a nice smack,
and my head falls forward on to the table and my specs jerk
sideways and--OUCH! My eyes hurt like fire burning on my skin;
My hand creeps up and removes my glasses, then I fall asleep again.
Feels like barely a minute aft 8 when the bell chimes its merry song again.
I don't even stand; I remain comatose on the table.
Does anyone notice? Nah, I'm a backbencher,
I'm oft unnoticed by the teachers.
But I should get up--it's break.
Break lasts one whole hour,
when I get back to my seat its 1030 hours.
Now I'm not alone anymore--
though I'm just plain tired the others are in a food coma,
but we all sleep, the teachers get frustrated,
they bang on tables and jolt us awake
only for us to fall asleep all over again.
Noon comes and it sets even more tiresome than before.
Some of us start drooling, mouths slack open, clear liquid flowing away
and dribbling from our mouths happily.
The wetness jolts us awake to find our cheeks and the table and oft,
our worksheets damp/wet with drool;
we glance around shiftily and hope no one saw the puddle.
This repeats day aft day aft day aft...
Till it becomes a cycle no one can break free off,
not that we even try.
One day, we'll all be found with necks twisted, but we'll look like that always--
necks angled awkwardly on the table as we slept.
One day, we'll all be found with drool flowing out of our mouths, except
our drool is red and can't stop flowing and flows out of our throat too,
but we'll always be sound asleep,
because we can't break free of the cycle and jolt awake.
interesting poem
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Great poem! You're so talented😍
The clock chimes 8 in the morn'.
It's Math, or it could be Biology, y'know, one o' those draggy subjects.
The teacher's not here yet, right?
I'ma put my head on the table and sleep...
untill everyone pushes their chairs back and stand.
Тьфу, time to greet the teachers already?
I stand on wobbly legs like those newborn chicks do,
I stare straight ahead in a daze through bleary eyes--
Guess what? I slept for 2 hrs the night before.
Pretty short, right? Wrong. Some days I don't sleep.
I greet, then my ass hits the chair/bench hard with a nice smack,
and my head falls forward on to the table and my specs jerk
sideways and--OUCH! My eyes hurt like fire burning on my skin;
My hand creeps up and removes my glasses, then I fall asleep again.
Feels like barely a minute aft 8 when the bell chimes its merry song again.
I don't even stand; I remain comatose on the table.
Does anyone notice? Nah, I'm a backbencher,
I'm oft unnoticed by the teachers.
But I should get up--it's break.
Break lasts one whole hour,
when I get back to my seat its 1030 hours.
Now I'm not alone anymore--
though I'm just plain tired the others are in a food coma,
but we all sleep, the teachers get frustrated,
they bang on tables and jolt us awake
only for us to fall asleep all over again.
Noon comes and it sets even more tiresome than before.
Some of us start drooling, mouths slack open, clear liquid flowing away
and dribbling from our mouths happily.
The wetness jolts us awake to find our cheeks and the table and oft,
our worksheets damp/wet with drool;
we glance around shiftily and hope no one saw the puddle.
This repeats day aft day aft day aft...
Till it becomes a cycle no one can break free off,
not that we even try.
One day, we'll all be found with necks twisted, but we'll look like that always--
necks angled awkwardly on the table as we slept.
One day, we'll all be found with drool flowing out of our mouths, except
our drool is red and can't stop flowing and flows out of our throat too,
but we'll always be sound asleep,
because we can't break free of the cycle and jolt awake.