the daily grind

in this room they all sit
clucking in cliques,
repeating the same shit
week after week.

someone's nicked my cup again!
as if the world might end,
and time after time,
they refuse you a smile.

they clutch misery to their chests
like textbooks,
the young ones are
actually the worst.

still twisted up by teenage tantrum
and bitchy comments,
which are a bit rich, to be honest,
coming from them.

from school to the staff room
and some stay here forever,
it's particularly painful today.

i sit in my windowless room,
the artificial light like 'cynthia',
reminds of the first artificial form of life,
created in america last night.

yet even here, i feel energy like
moving music, bubbling, rising,
effervescent as the fields, the hills
and the sunshine outside.

i might just go and do a sundance,
sticking two fingers up through the window
and smiling at everyone in sight!