Freewrite Poem by Jason Murak

Freewrite



A quick freewrite from English Class today


His colors clash, shadow of a faint mustache
Playing on his I-phone, obviously made of cash
He make to much noise, The teacher begs him to squelch
In response he is a nuisance, he decides to belch
Begging for attention, Then misses the assignment
Begging the Question, the teacher awaiting his alignment
But talking is our obsession
We cant focus, Do things she cant notice
Whisper non-sense to the ones who are closest
Many people in class who cant catch her drift
Its free-write time, dont flip the lip
All the kids in here, complaining that they are forced
But i dont care, I dont feel the least bit of remorse
Its hard not to be distracted or taken off course
But shut it off at the source is the solution of course
Yellow Sludge like concoction at the corner of the desk
Probably good for your heart, top left corner of the chest
In boxing they say Im in the corner of the best
If you think Im too dull, add a quarter pinch of zest
On the streets you're protected by a quarter inch of vest
but verbal bullets will put that kevlar to the test
I just wanna go on a road trip, across to the west
Take a boat across the ocean and dont stop until Budapest

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Jason Murak

Jason Murak

Long Island New York
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