Jess looked around the room. She wasn’t the only one with questioning what was going on. She had her final exam, but she wasn’t sure what she should do. The professor had joked before he stepped out, telling them to cheat, but cheat quietly.
Jess looked questioningly at Fred. He shook his head and went back to work. Jess wanted to scream. Did he mean it or not? Was this the real test? She wanted to scream!
Eventually she silently just did the exam on her own and left. They all did. No one was willing to take the chance.
This is an old one, but still rings true to me each year. I think this is the only poem on my site I have reposted. Now I do it for the second time. I hope you enjoy. The original title was “My Favorite Superhero”.
Mortal though she may be
Obviously she has super powers
The ability to absorb pain and suffering with a single kiss
Hearing so acute that she doesn’t miss a whisper from a mile away
Eyesight so keen that she can actually see through and around solid objects
Remember that your mom is a superhero!
Too bad the food came out burnt and underseasoned
Still there was no reason for Pete to lose his temper
Killing the cook staff was definitely overkill
Going that extra mile
Investing in the humans around you
Value added without generating a return
Except that on being a caring being
Cute glass penguins littered Marc’s desk and shelves
He was always fondling the damn things
Even when he was chewing out his employees, like right now
Richard thought about grabbing them all and yelling “Opa!” as he smashed them
It would be such cathartic jubilee
Still he sat there and took all of Marc’s abuse in silence
He knew where the janitor kept her keys. Tonight he would celebrate!
Focus on the lock. Focus on the lock!
Even though Myra could hear the monster coming
As she finally got the combination right, she felt the razor slice her throat
Reality shattered as she felt her life force pulse away
Cody hit the wall, then he hit the Monster Energy Drink
Rallying his remaining reserves, Cody began to code some more
As he pounded the keys, Cody realized he was even thinking in code
Still, he could feel the friction of lethargy begin to slow his neurons
He doubled down, blinking away at the ever growing wave of exhaustion
Everything became a blur, but Cody pushed even harder
Didn’t realize a keyboard could leave such an imprint on his drool drenched cheek