Lesson

Tell me, my friend, 
What's the point?
Why are we seated
Here?
Silence up front
And all around
Where is she?
No-one cares.

Heads on tables
Dozing, the drone
Of speech
Senseless to our ears.
We could be elsewhere
Having fun,
So tell me why
We're here.

She's always late
And unprepared,
She never keeps her times.
If she forgot
She called us back
I won't
Be much
Surprised.

The broken rhythm
Of a clock
That's never been
Correct.
My watch has stoped, 
Given up,
To the ebbing
Sands of time.

What's the time now, 
My precious friend?
I hope she comes
Back soon.
There's things to do
And peo[le to meet;
I've already missed
That cartoon.

She's sorry she can't
Find what she lacked
And she's got a date
Right now.
So could we come back
Another day
And she'll finish up,
Somehow.

What can we say
But
Sure, why not?
C'est la ja'vie, no?

It's only my life you're wasting.

			~ <songshadow@hotmail.com>