ADHme

Sit

I wish my chair were a trampoline
The table a drum kit
My fingers made of plasticine
The ceiling asphalt grit

I’ll jump and pound
And squeeze and kick
No longer bound
Or made to sit
sit sit Sit

I wish I turned invisible
And ate all that I could
Then went to play in all the parks
And broke the toys for good

I’d fly and sing
And shout and scream
And hit and cry
And eat ice cream

I’d drip and dirty
My new shirt
And use tangerines
To practice squirts

I’d throw my books
In murky puddles
Bring on the hose
Turn the nozzle

But here I am
Stuffy room
Droning on
Is the voice of doom
Sit sit sit