he lets us pass making us tuck our shirts in on the way
He says a bad joke and the class laughs to keep him in a good mood
We stand behind our desks like soldiers on parade
We say good morning, sit and getting our homework
out like mindless machines
He turns on the projector and puts the homework on
before walking the isles like a security guard looking for the unknown noise
He checks our homework one by one stamping our diaries accordingly
He stands in front of my desk demanding my homework
I slip him my diary silently and quickly
He slams the stamp down hard
The stamp red with the blood of students who
haven’t done their homework
He travels to his desk like a bullet to its target
He fills out the slip and puts it on my desk
A DETENTION