#OctPoWriMo 2-The Room

Entering this room I always cringe.
I keep my stance upon the fringe.
Enduring countless minutes wasted,
Roasting in dread like a turkey basted

Nonsense persists when mouths hinge wide.
The speaker lacks a sense of pride.
Petty bickering wrongly ensues;
My mind clouds with a shade of blues.

My brain shuts down, the words not heard.
I’d rather watch that tiny bird
Across the street, up in the tree.
Oh, how I wish that could be me!

Rolling my eyes, I a wish I make,
“Shut the hell up for goodness sake!”


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