Night School In Lower Depths

Poem By nimal dunuhinga

The drug addict teacher comes with pornography
And sits on a desk half drunk.
'Hey! You idiot clean the black board.
The idiot stumbles with the matured students his equals
Quarters, Dimes, Nickels and pennies
And he cleans it seems..
Then the teacher asked him to write a sad but a correct sentence.
'No chalk.'
'Then bring it soon.'
He went to the next door pub and had a gulp of cheap liquor returned with a piece of chalk.
He writes; I skipped my golden school days and went for movies, ran behind the stars to get their signatures.
Now I learn from my mistakes
How to sign myself.

Comments about Night School In Lower Depths

Again you share your social and political passion for justice using your ever fertile imagination. I'm sure your 'idiot student' learned more through his foray into Hollywood than he could possibly have learned by taking classes with the 'idiot' teacher. 'I skipped my golden school days and went for movies, ran behind the stars to get their signatures.' is beautifully expressed. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Quite a night school! Your last lines are very revealing. Take care. Warm regards, Sandra

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