Self Pity

No papers to grade.
No lessons to teach.
With summer just,
‘Round the corner,
And just within reach.
I’ve marked every test.
Even organized my desk.
Yet, I’m here.
Woe as me.
Getting paid,
To write poetry.

3 thoughts on “Self Pity

English, motherfucker, do you speak it? J/K - it's ok if you don't.

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