foreign land
unexplained
somewhere
life blanked
not know
not now
Prison hell
death knell
school bell
dirty dust
disinfectant
mothballs,
medicine ball
assembly hall
Doc Martens.
No hope
little scope
pound for pound
dope for dope
set square
strait jacket
compass point
wage packet
blank page
internal rage
Fact file
Don’t think
must drink
their opinion
is dominion
'84
government whore
pain away
Ironic sham
rights of man
snuffed out
seeds doubt
don’t belong
all wrong
no choice
no voice
School fate
School flame
School blame.
Thank you school!
16 comments:
That's a wonderful poem Peadar, but what a shame none of your teachers had the skill to interest you in the subjects they were supposed to be teaching you. You sound pretty literate inpite of it!
love that rowan atkinson clip, lol! forgot all about it! and also love your poem.. sounds like we had a similar time ;-)
This is a bit grim Eej - not much hope there.
Wow, that is really knockout.
thanks for sharing
cfm
I think you and the Watercats DID go to the same school. I'm so sorry. But it looks like you turned out all right after all, right?
Yup, school was crap and work is crap. I'm kind of hoping retirement is an improvement on both.
strait jacket
wage packet
blank page
internal rage
Fact file
Don’t think
must drink
their opinion
is dominion
Good rant!
Toss away the fact that our marvelous school experiences were separated by many things, including years, and you still come up with similarities that startle the mind! Great poem.
A bitter pith. I have some positive memories of some teachers, though.
A sad poem tfe, doc martins were my footwear of choice for the entirety of secondary school
(ok I'm still wearing a pair - they don't make em like they used to)
Dear Totalfeckineejit: Bloody well right! I sensed that angry young man aa byproduct from the institution and the wall surround which never makes much room for such a soulfulsprite as you be! Thank goodness for punk rock! And glostnos and tear down these walls. Walls, man! I so feel this!You are a fine poet!
Another one of your brealthessly paced rages! Loved it, especially the ending.
Creatively written. Rant justified in some cases.
It may not be "my sort" of poem, maybe it should be, but I can't tell how much I admired that. And enjoyed it, too. "My sort" or not, I would have been proud to have written it - and rather wish I had.
A fine noisy rant and right on the money for so many.
prison hell
death knell
school bell
So sorry...
But that's the absolutely funniest video I've ever seen! Orifice! Haaaaaa!
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