by TBAcademics

Created on: April 20, 2008

You are cordially invited to ignore me,
and please, spare us the R.S.V.P.

I'd rather you just appease me,
and treat me to decadent nothingness.

It's all been quite overwhelming,
meaning your snooping, pooping, constant questioning.
It'd be nice to stay out to lunch, or you could fire
me... which would work for both of us.

However, the last really juicy rumor
was that you just "ignored Terry rather than humored her,"

and I'm wondering when I got so lucky,
considering, as of late, you've been quite stuck on me.

Stuck on me like glue, walking around, and unexpectedly
entering my classroom.
leaving me very little breathing room.
But I pretend too,
because it seems the right thing to do,
at least in front of the children.

Well, now that the children have gone home,
I ask that you would kindly leave me alone,
while I express my heart's desire, expressively,
with all sincerity.
Turn up your intercom and listen carefully.

You are cordially invited to ignore me,
and yes, this includes cutting out the phony, "Good Morning's".
Stuff a sock in all the professional courtesies,
and reassign me to the Isolation Chamber.
With a DO NOT DISTURB sign, I will vacate this facade of pleasantries,
and gladly retreat to the solitude of tranquility...

They'll be no kids, no bills, and most importantly, no YOU
there...
no school buses tooting and pooting, polluting the air.

They'll be no measurements or expectations or cause for despair,
only peace and quiet and self-reliance.
And if you are so tempted to remove me from my blissful, heavenly
confinement, for the purpose of talking and patching up and lame socializing,
I'd kindly ask you to reconsider,
Isolation is a gift, not a punishment.

Close the door and respect its handle.
In my isolation, do not disturb me.
I can manage.

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