Poetry Camp (February) ✓

Day 18: A Student's Nightmare

Poetry Camp (February)
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Day 18: A Student's Nightmare

"Yes, Ball Sack stands for Honoré de Balzac,
   And Dumb Ass for Alexandre Dumas,"
He says, and now he waits for some attack
   To come about and kick his scrawny ass . . .

But nothing comes about it but the glares
   From teacher, silent stares from every student
In shock to hear such gall, such brazen airs . . .
   And now our hero looks and feels th' abhorrent

Stares of that bastard teacher gleaming bright
   Like demons' eyes. He slams the table, screams,
"Get the fuck out! Get out of my fucking sight!"
   But ere he gets up off the chair, the seams

Of both his pants and underwear come loose,
   Preventing him from standing from his chair;
He grabs onto his clothes, but it's no use:
   The items come apart as they now stare—

Stare and behold him covering himself . . .
   Embarrassed as they start to laugh and jeer,
He sees the classroom shift into the gulf
   Of darkness all around him, cloaked in fear—

Fear of what might be lurking in the gloom . . .
   When footsteps sound upon the floor and stop.
A spotlight, blinding bright, reveals a room,
   And in that room he now makes out a cop

Standing in front of him and peering at
   A clipboard, making nods of his own head
As if confirming to himself a fact
   That he finds so intriguing as he read.

"W-what the fuck is going on?" he says,
   And now the cop looks at him, face to face;
He keeps his silence as he stares, then says,
   "This may be difficult for you. The case

"Is urgent. I'm afraid that we will have
   To now perform a quick vasectomy."
"Wait, WHAT?" The cop then says, "We have to save
   Your life, okay?" He says, "This cannot be!

This cannot be, this cannot be!" He lunges,
   But ere he frees himself, he starts to scream!
The cop restrains him, grabs a knife and plunges
   It home . . . He wakes up screaming from his dream!

He screams and screams until his teacher wakes
   Him, shaking him awake upon his desk.
He now regains himself, and when he shakes
   Off the last trace of feelings so grotesque

That he had almost thought he'd wet his pants,
   He looked around and saw his classmates there
Looking at him as though her were an ant.
   His teacher said, "You sure gave us a scare!

"You think you need to go into the nurse's
   Office? Because I think you need to take
It easy for awhile." He thinks, 'The nurse is
   Pretty sexy, so I'll take what chance will make.'

He gets up off his chair and hears a gasp
   As everybody now begins to stare;
When he looks down to see, he starts to grasp
   Why they're staring, so he bolts right out of there!
      Thank God, his balls are still intact, no doubt,
      But damn, his stiff erection's sticking out!

(To be continued . . .)

A/N: Hehehehehe. This is another raunchy piece. I don't know why I'm writing such weird stuff, but at least it's getting me to write more poems, I guess. ( <_< )