Screw it,
I’ve got my school shirt untucked
and my tie is looser than it was this morning.
Some of the lads are talking about drugs
and how they smashed up a For Sale sign
outside a neighbour’s house last night.
I’m waiting for English class to start
wondering when Kurt Cobain will be added
to the syllabus and slagging off the dinner ladies
for not letting me have more than two
battered sausages at snack time.
Some of the lads are talking about drugs
and how they put a football through
a shop window last night. I was considering
doing some graffiti on my desk with a Biro
but Sir’s just arrived.

Carl Burkitt 2024

Written while listening to ‘Polly’ by Nirvana.