ACCOUNTING CLASS

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sitting here in accounting class

knowing my wrists I should have slashed

over debits credits and other kinds of accounts

which all add up to different amounts

do something wrong and you could be blamed

picked off shot at beheaded or maimed

getting orders barked out at me isn't my idea of fun

but my only other choice is instant death by use of bad pun

erase erase erase

write write write

have fun fun fun on your free Saturday night

learn to love it live it and sleep it well

or just until the ringeth of thy first period bell

half asleep half awake

to fully wake me you'd have to use a garden implement say a rake

until then be still my overly tired hand

when this class is over you'll go to sleep on command

pull your hair and bite your lip

but don't be stupid or let one snide word slip

(written Oct 8,1984)




Author's Notes/Comments: 

droll humor about my tenth grade accounting class sorry Mr.Wiseman! this was the first poem that I got an offer to have published but would not agree to do so as the school paper would not allow anyone to publish anonymously! and I was terrified to publish it under my name for fear  Mr Wiseman (my accounting class teacher) would fail me. I was a wuss wasn't I?

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