In detention
The books slams down to a random page
An essay due in two hours
The dictionary his nemesis
Every word
Strained his mind and wrist
Oh well,
Hi carpal tunnel in the 3rd grade
In the midst of a new sentence he tried to make a fist
But struggled
The pain wouldn’t subside until dismissal
He looked up at his teacher
Her concentration on grading
She was such a pious jerk for Jesus
Smirking at a new list of words
The pain all but forgotten in his wrist as he read out loud, Titillated