Saturday Morning Nightmare

Saturday Morning Nightmare

A Poem by Olmsted A. T.

Saturday Morning Nightmare

It's a Saturday morning nightmare

stuck in this f*****g hell

counted all the ceiling tiles

all the while

singing jingles to myself

trying to keep myself awake

but this boredom

is gonna make me break

and I can't bare to contemplate

I got 7 more hours to go

 

Wish i was outside

skating on my board

instead of killing minutes

in this makeshift mental ward

or home watching

all of my favorite cartoons

or lamped out with my nintendo

spinning Oingo Boingo records

in my room

 

It's a Saturday morning nightmare

in detention at Gnott Hardlee High

the library is f*****g freezing

and I feel like I've been lobotomized

finding it hard to stay awake

but this boredom is too much to take

and I can't bare to contemplate

I got 4 more hours to go

  

My friends are probably all bowling 

out at Shade Tree Lanes 

or more than likely making out 

at the Monster movie matinee 

or thrashing up and down 

the desolate streets of Bullfrog Creek

  

To think i missed out on the contest

Over at The Megacade

I practiced Missile Command

For several hours a day

For the last 8 f*****g weeks

So much for my record breaking game

It fucked right off with my tickets to go see the police 

Everyone will be there oh yeah except for me

 

© 2017 Olmsted A. T.


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Olmsted A. T.
Olmsted A. T.

Bradenton, FL



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