A Drumming, Humming Backdrop

Laughter bubbling up

A drumming, humming backdrop

Thinking is another kind of trial.

Try to scratch my pen

Buzzing, buzzing, drilling, drilling

Meaningless and needless constant drone.

Voices love to mingle

Scritching, scratching on a page

Millions of tiny sounds combine.

A whisper here, a snigger there

They build up to a storm

A tornado of breaking simple rule.

And soon each conversation

Builds to a revelation:

That working is not possible in school.



About pasameerday

I haven't got a lot of time to keep you interested, so I'll be quick. I'm a writer from the UK, primarily of fantasy and sci-fi short stories, and occasionally of strange, nonsensical poetry. I like cats, the Sims, and pizza, and I go to sleep to the sound of a keyboard. I've been writing for my entire life; to be honest, I don't think I could ever bring myself to stop. I have a feeling I'm losing you, so I'll bring this to an end before you slowly start to back up, hoping I'll stop talking long enough for you to make a quick getaway. Wait... Where are you going? Hey! Wait! ... Stop!!
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