It’s early in the morning and I can’t sleep.
I’ve tried counting lambs and even Little Bo Peep.
I drank some warm milk, it tasted quite good.
Maybe it’s just a wives’ tale, like knocking on wood.
In a few hours, I must get up and take a shower.
But right now, my energy is low, I lack will power.
If I don’t go to school, I’ll miss my Math test.
No make-up exams are offered by old Miss Quest.
I won’t graduate from school, I’ll have to stay home.
Then my nagging mother will never leave me alone.
The more I think about this quandary, the more I stress.
It’s funny how lack of sleep can cause such a mess.
I hear the alarm clock as I open my tired eyes.
Has this all been a dream, full of deceit and lies?
As I stand sleepily, in front of my vanity mirror.
In my reflection, is something that I really fear.
There’s a giant pimple, on the middle of my chin.
Oh, the life of a stressed teenager, I just can’t win.
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Poem by David Andre Davison