Home in Corydon.
Home with the usual bustle and scurry.
Hurry get ready now!
Quick to anger
Slow to understanding
And soon to awake
Both parents at home, but neither available for help.
No breakfast this morning
Just get ready soon
Quick to anger
Slow to understanding
And soon to awake
I fumble at my backpack
The bus passes by the window
Only one more chance to catch it
Quick to anger
Slow to understanding
And soon to awake
I’m already irritated at my first loss
Now my sister plays that abominable song too loudly
“Don’t trust a hoe.”
Quick to anger
Slow to understanding
And soon to awake
My blood boils and my anger rises
I move my mouth, but no words come out
Then I scream “TURN THAT UNGODLY CRAP OFF!”
Quick to anger
Slow to understanding
And soon to awake
My father bursts in, asking “Are you okay?”
Blearily I say, “‘Twas a dream. Go back to sleep.”
His answer: “It’s almost time to rise anyway.”
Quick to anger
Slow to understanding
And now awake
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i can see you fumbling with your backpack. Thats.. a good poem.
ReplyDeleteUm...Nice Work(:
ReplyDeleteGood blog.. I could see you getting kind of angry at your sister.
ReplyDeleteThis is nice! I can see your sister listening to music pretty loud.
ReplyDeleteHaha. I can see you getting red cause you're mad at your sister. Haha uhh... good work. So proud of you
ReplyDeletei can imagine you getting mad or yelling at your sister for playing that kind of music.. :) this is good.. i can agree with dominica.. :D nice work and keep it up.
ReplyDeleteI could see your dad asking you that question and you talking back to him... lol... good poem..
ReplyDeletei can imagine you telling your sister to turn down the music..for some reason...lol
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