Monday Blues

Yes, this is intended to be funny. Well, ironic or sarcastic might be better terms, but still. I am proud to present my first EVER non - serious poem. All my others are very dark and grave. This one was written in german class, while Frau Morgan was yakking about conjugationg verbs, and the akkusitiv forms of direct objects... blah blah blah. Enjoy!

already waiting for friday dreedom
out of the tyranny and dictatorship that is school
where our constitutional rights cease to exist
and the teacher is always right.
forced to sit at uncomfortable wooden torture devices they call desks
they bind us for an hour.
forced into heavy labor, dragging bulky books from room to room.
the rooms are hot and stuffy
we are forced to wring our brains
and do the work our teacher sentences us with.
they watch us slave away
it's their form of sick, twisted entertainment.
we can't go to the bathroom
or grab a snack
or do important things that need to get done.
they try to sell us that knowing this will help us later on
SURE, SURE
you teach us about liberty and america fighting for its rights
but when we try to do the same
you write us up.
so we wait for the voice of freedom
when our rights are returned to us
when we are not subjected to being yelled at
by a cruel, unjust ruler.
tick tock tick tock.
anticipation
RING
finally.
the liberty bell.

- Carly Floyd
5/11/09