Challenge
Write a poem about anarchy, being free, etc. in 100 words or less
Unsupervised
Second grade was free and unruly.
Accustomed to my teacher’s absense
For a mysterious illness or suspicious injury,
We ran amuck and terrorized subs.
Peyton got six concussions that year
But that wasn’t why he couldn’t read.
Sub after sub would quit on our class
Before recess when they entered the eye
Before Ms. Burkhart’s hurricane finished them.
Some kids would refuse to do anything,
While others wouldn’t even come to class.
I remember the power outage
After a kid’s tantrum destroyed the electrical box.
The sub got locked out of the room,
And gave up on us, and cried.
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