Professors Desk
Like a crowd of Roman folk,
they've collected in the rise of
chairs and desks for the day,
to approve and disapprove.
Ones kept a gape to his mouth
peering into a bar of light on the ceiling;
the turkey student.
Another leans her knowledge
heavy head on her hand;
marching through the mind numbing
pages of her psychology book,
looking about the room
to see who is more than likely
to be the one that suddenly
pulls a gun and starts shooting-
probably the one intently listening
in the back, obviously woken
by the rush of lateness;
the ones who smile
are the ones who frown most.
Copyright © John Walton | Year Posted 2015
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