Hi 🙂
I was back in an uncomfortable maths class for today’s selection (courtesy of Textfixer)
Delight Push Evoke Gate Rough Blackout Pressure Bird Odd
No doubt they delight
In the barely audible click
As they push my buttons
For the first time each day.
They can evoke such raw rage
The minute I step through the gate;
Their rough tongues rasping,
Words all forming serrated edges.
Throughout each torturous class,
The mimed mockery and scribed sacrilege;
Me: on the verge of blackout from the pressure,
Despairingly watching a bird wheel out of sight
Above schoolroom rooves.
This window is my only sanity:
A link to that odd sense of freedom
I know I’ll experience
When this madness culminates
In paid dues, and worth.
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