Even My Poems Are Trite Now

I suppose it is telling just how enriching school life is when our clique’s fortnightly jaunt to the movies has degenerated into just one quick flick (Charlie Wilson’s War today - quite liked it), and then a hasty exchange of au revoirs after a brief post-movie conference that quite discourteously obstructs the escalator. These enervated goodbyes are rank with a thousand pressing matters individual to each one of us, but collectively they underscore some form of parodic empathy - our dreams are far from crushed, but working towards them is an onerous task indeed.

I sincerely wish to proclaim that I will not debase this blog by fashioning it into a jeremiad against these trivial student concerns, but unfortunately I cannot. Somehow, and not at all surreptitiously, ‘boring’ is becoming the perpetual word of the day. Goodness, what I would kill for a sojourn overseas, a brief respite…

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I was going to write
My Extended Essay out of spite:
For the air conditioner, too cold;
And the impenetrable thick notes I hold.
But then I decided that wasn’t quite
Worth it - there were better things
To do upon a backdrop of catchy
Foreign music. Read Livvy’s poems,
For example - they’re sublime.
Or write one of my own
To pass the time.