Mister Sparkles Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

Standing there
Regarding those in his care,
Some more asleep
Than others in his keep,
But all that can be roused
To once again be surprised
By his introduction
Of a bit of mal-instruction
Intended to inspire
Even those most dire
In need of a bit
Of stimulus to fit
Into their otherwise
Mindless lifeless guise
As students in his keep
Wading in the deep
End of the pool
Of dare I say it? School.

Think he says
As he plays
With their mind
In an attempt of another kind
Where in that bit
Of calcified fit
Of a skull
Covering a mind so dull
That is hard as a rock
Some would provoke
To show how
It's impossible to stow
Even a small message
To massage
The ego and cause to grow
As he wishes to bestow
A thought, even a small one
That will be a light shown
Into the darkest space
In this case,
A mind uncluttered
By knowledge pitted
Against the modern
Cares and woes
Of those who indulge
In a bit of daydreaming
As they doze.

Asleep in the presence of
Mr. Sparkles, how can it be
When they are the focus
Of his intensity
So to arouse them from
Their slumber,
He strikes with a ruler
To interrupt what may have been
Escape from reality just then.

The crashing blow of the wood
Upon the wooden desk
Is enough to raise the dead
From their cask(et)
And send them into another state
Where who knows what may await.

And others about
Laugh at his antics and shout(s)
To bring back from another place
The wayward one in disgrace
Then focus on the issues of the day
More work and less play.