Clod

The day drags ponderously onward,
Weighed down with the choices that I wasn't allowed to make - had to make -
For fuck's sake!
But it drags onward, and all that is desired is avoidance and serenity.
But that was not to be.

And here he is, the boorish clod,
The utter bastard, selfish sod,
A disgrace on the face of God!
Has set his sights on me,
and with a glare he demands;
"Are you listening to your MP3?
I mean, I don't mean to intrude,
And please don't think me rude,
But isn't that insulting?
We're all here with the intention,
To pay utmost attention,
and without intervention,
your inattention is revolting!"
He pauses,
Catches his breath,
One closer to his death.

I blink,
and try to think.
But before I can, he's back again with -
"I mean, the lecturer here is doing his best,
And maybe this'll be on the test,
I mean, I'm not one to judge,
And you don't look as if you'll budge,
Which is fine! Coz, I mean, you've got to be
True to yourself! Right? I mean, there's no need to fight!
Right?
I wouldn't want to fight! Right?
Right?
So if you don't think it's a big deal,
I can respect how you feel,
But don't you think the lecturer would mind?
I mean, you expect respect in kind,
So why ignore him?
Don't you care?"
And then he fixed me with a stare.
That stupid, stupid stare.

I look back ruthlessly, wondering where to turn my knife -
To destroy this mouth-breather's life,
For daring to presume that I,
Give a shit! I mean, he knows
Nothing of my thoughts and throes,
Nothing of my might and times,
Nothing of my solemn rhymes,
And nothing - NOTHING - of my life.
So, shall I turn the knife?
Shall I end the blathering fool,
The loud kid at this woeful school,
Full of fear and full of piss,
The point that he will always miss,
Lacking grace and lacking poise,
Hated by the girls and boys,
Without a scrap of social skill -
Should I go in for the kill?

I clear my throat.
He's got my goat.
"I imagine that the teacher cares,
About as much about my attention,
As I care for intervention."

Once a week,
The future's bleak.
But at least my barbs have scum to seek.