The Best Years Of Your Life...

Clock hands slowly drag
Chalk shotgun splatters across a tired blackboard
Coffee stench with cigarette tears teaching
Ink slash across a white starched shirt
Hysterical laughter from the drones at the back
Markers on the desk with chewing gum for eyes
Fountain pen seeping through the unreadable page
Blah, blah, blah. Hand up
Bell rush
Fight for your place not to be left behind
Bus smoked stained seats
Back to a place where everyone knows your name