Principles office
By rmerwin
Not really poetry, but...here I am againsitting in the lobby of his officetwittling my thumbs, waiting“I didn’t do it”, written all over my facebut he knows I didI always didhe’ll call for me from behind his deskoh how I hate that deskthat fake, pointlessly, simulated wood grainthe chipped corners he’ll bang on it to get my attention I won’t look upit smells in therethen he yells for meI sit for a moment in the foyerwhat if I don’t go in?I look at the garbage,scratched on the wallwhat did they do I wonderI take another moments pausehe yells againand I get up and leave Written November 3rd, 2001 © on Nov 03 2001 08:56 AM PST, Rick Merwin 0 • 10
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"Not really poetry, but...here I am againsitting in the lobby of his officetwittling my thumbs, waiting“I didn’t do it”, written all over my facebut he knows I didI always didhe’ll call for me from behind his deskoh how I hate that deskthat fake, pointlessly, simulated wood grainthe chipped corners he’ll bang on it to get my attention I won’t look upit smells in therethen he yells for meI sit for a moment in the foyerwhat if I don’t go in?I look at the garbage,scratched on the wallwhat did they do I wonderI take another moments pausehe yells againand I get up and leave..."