Glasses
By Jennifer G
Published 3 August 2017
To pass my classes,
And to keep me sane,
I need my glasses,
To keep me out of pain.
Without my trusting specs,
I'll have to get an eye test.
They’ll be raising the checks,
Making me want to protest.
Patting around on the ground that's disfigured,
I feel like joining the three blind mice.
But I finally feel the plastic figure.
In the future that will make me think twice.
When I finally look through my crystals,
Oh look! There I go!
Feels like getting shot by a pistol,
Going Smack, bang, down the stairwell.