French Class Interrogation (Revised) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

To make us speak, French class was an interrogation,
we were rigorously questioned on our weekends, with
compulsory revelation of what we did at work - thus
agriculture has not only made my office life difficult,
the odious documents followed me to French class

Tried to steer examination onto my favourite author's
satirical works but no, painful grilling kept up, describe
translating agriculture and Poverty Reduction Strategy
Plans; I could not leave it at work, I feel effects of reality
oppressing me again tonight

Reality's a slingshot trampoline for imagination and
since my job entails destroying all feeling and fantasy,
I have nothing to say about it except that it is boring,
I dream deliciously of a new universe where feeling
and creativity will be set free…

27 February 2013