Dismissal

Dismissal is the best time

The blank stares snap to attention

The room is lively, bustling

I ponder at times, why it is

eyes clse when i speak

The passion I have for history

is sadly not passed on

Nevertheless, I try

Stacking papers, gathering books

Listening to endless excuses

It's part of the job

On good days, like today

I can escape with the crowd

and avoid the pestering ones

Sadly, in my rush

I looked over that pathetic man

crouched on the ground

and envisioned my path ahead

My foot could not follow suit

Instead, choosing to hook itself

under his leg

Sending me toppling over

Sprawled on teh floor

with hundreds of eyes

Staring in silence

Did not one think to react sooner?

Gather my papers

and hlep me up you fools.