Balanced Insanity

Off to band practice I go all alone, Counting the minutes until I go home. Driving my car to that place I know best, I pull up expecting my teacher dressed In a collared shirt but instead see friends All waiting at the door like a dead end. When he finally gets there he speaks truth Not late was he, but still stuck in his youth. His great adolescence makes him carefree And maybe next time he’ll finally see That he is a joker to some not all, If he keeps going his kingdom will fall. A few minutes later we started band, A tiny baton he waved in his hand. As he lifted his arms to cue us in, A puddle of sweat came from within. He’s not ashamed even though it is gross. What a shame about that shirt he wears close. An awkward color, it matches his blush. Chagrin that comes when he says not to rush. As anger fills him he thinks of a speech, Clever in thought, but to us like a leech Sucking all the life out of the whole day. He tries really hard and I’m sad to say, That nobody is helped, but bored to death And wanting to play we sighed a deep breath. A little while later he did stop, And called out to us to start from the top. We groaned in frustration, he didn’t care. He must think it’s fun, but we all just stare In silence until we begin the song Doing what we’ve wanted to all along The time then came where we all had to leave, And at once we no longer had to grieve. Our band director drove off in his car One that he says will get him very far, Without that much money I’m sure that’s smart And that the car won’t soon fall all apart That’s good because we can laugh forever About his Prius in any weather.