Poems For The Last Day Of School

BEHIND THE DESK

Nine months behind the desk
Outside the Sun shines
Preparing for nine lives
Behind the desk
Career promotion bills

Better than just the chair
Principal’s office, witness box, electric

Teach the children well
That Life is Hell
And the work is never done

Run outside today
If you are young
And still believe in fun

I’ll be here
Behind the desk
Waiting
For you to replace me


NO VACATE

My whole life has become a job
And I don’t like the boss
Never satisfied
Can’t mention raise
Or a day off

Endless depression
One-man recession
Hairline
Bottom line
Only my belt stretches

At least I can’t get fired
Or laid off
But I also can’t retire
Only expire
Dead end job me


SUCK ME

Humans
Second on the food chain
Elevated by mosquitoes
Since we’re the baldest blood bags

No fur or fuss
No scale or hide
To obstruct
The suck

They annoy us
To frustrate and inspire us
Keep us hungry

So much do they control us
We buzz about
Growing food
Working for food
Buying food

Take out
Drive in
Make out
Sin sin

It’s not a sucker
That is born every minute
But the to be sucked

Don Arrup
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