Last night I saw the classroom resting,
pencil nibs drifting of to sleep,
pens aching with pain;
and rubbers with their nightly head aches.

Last night I saw the classroom concentrating,
fire lights,
projectors;
and laptops like eyes,
staring through the peaceful pencil pots,

Last night I saw the classroom starving,
cleaners like robbers,
stole ripped up paper,
empty rappers;
and dead fruit,
while the classroom was being massaged by vibrating vacuums.

Last night I saw the classroom crying,
papers were ripping,
wall displays were peeling off;
and rulers were snapping into pieces.

Last night I saw the classroom laughing,
tables collapsed,
drinks bottles leaked;
and chairs completely creased themselves,

Last night I saw the classroom waiting,
pencils straightened up,
chairs stacked on each other;
and books,
like children,
sitting lazily on the tips of the table tops.