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Poetry

First World Prison Problems

By

Belly

Belly writes from Queensland.

Zwaddi for Unsplash

As I strive to read this paper,

I am constantly bombarded with

Various forms of attempted conversation.

From random and extremely unimportant

Questions to idle chit-chat small talk.

Can't you see I’m reading?

All week to talk,

Yet right now you need me.

Take a break and a breath.

So I begin to write, they keep talking.

I wished they'd jog on,

Or practice walking

I'd like to take this paper in the dunny,

But that's frowned upon.  

Why me, why now, why, why, why?

Hang on a second… I’m in gaol;

If that’s my only problem I’m kicking

Goals…

As I strive to read this paper,

I am constantly bombarded with

Various forms of attempted conversation.

From random and extremely unimportant

Questions to idle chit-chat small talk.

Can't you see I’m reading?

All week to talk,

Yet right now you need me.

Take a break and a breath.

So I begin to write, they keep talking.

I wished they'd jog on,

Or practice walking

I'd like to take this paper in the dunny,

But that's frowned upon.  

Why me, why now, why, why, why?

Hang on a second… I’m in gaol;

If that’s my only problem I’m kicking

Goals…

This
piece
was originally printed in the
December 2024
edition of About Time.

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