TO SCHOOL (written at Bad Day in Uncharitable State of Mind)
The blood of our brain cells cries out from the ground.
Please! These “lectures” are nothing but sound
and fury and nothingness, babbling, and space
As my notebook’s wire binding imprints ‘cross my face.
I know I sound angry. I’m really just tired,
Weary, forlorn, and uninspired.
Please help to halt this vicious rotation!
(I ask with a plea not a brash imputation.)
If I sound like I’m making a gross accusation,
I state my defense in this brief litigation,
By holding up high your supposed “donation”
To my life and position of scholarish station:
sleep deprivation and brain cell negation.
Beautifully written. So tired much sleep