Bored Room

“I move to blahdy blah…”

“Second!”

Always a race and the most interesting part of the night

to be the first to second whatever is moved;

isn’t that sad and almost pathetic

for the highlight of the meeting

to be a race,

—like Mario Kart minus the dreadful dangers

of Rainbow Road and Wario’s Gold Mine,

or the thrilling rush of pressing the buzzer first

in Jeopardy-like games—when

really we are here to serve a higher purpose

as representatives

for one thing or another, although some don’t seem to care,

letting our hard work and endless nights go

unnoticed. Hard work that oftentimes is

boring and sees more members drifting

or wandering off to the forests of social media, email,

and note passing. If only our high

school teachers could see us now; how strange

it must seem for note passing to be acceptable,

encouraged even,

so the meeting may resume uninterrupted

by murmurs and whispers of

making plans, listing complaints, and playing

Who Has More Classwork They Could Be Doing Right Now.

And yet, through the boredom and minds

drifting away on fluffy white clouds,

everyone perks an ear for those three little words,

regardless what follows after,

and the chance to glow with pride, winning the race

that is barely enough

to keep their interest.