Graduation Day

A Poem by pdm

graduation celebration

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Graduation Day

Students in their chairs; most are nearly sleeping
While speaker after speaker after speaker is speaking.
Sweat pours from faces, arm pits, and chests,
Sticking to backs, pooling on seats, no one rests.

Rows upon rows upon rows of students await.
Their time to go, hoping for sooner--not late.
Finally, the last speaker is done. Students sigh
With relief, and they begin to take steps up high.

A handshake and a diploma, they receive;
Still, a multitude awaits: too many to believe.
The repetitive steps like a metronome lulls.
Student's eyes close; some bang their skulls.

The ground shakes, and sleepy heads awake.
Surely, it cannot be. Must not be. An earthquake?
The ground splits; students leap about in a panic.
Screams erupt, chairs crash, and students go manic.

Loud popping sounds add to the horrendous sight
As pods rise from the ground then open into flight.
These creatures have faces of people so serene,
Except these creatures are extremely mean.

They sting and torment the students below,
Who cry and scream as their bodies grow.
Then boils erupt from skin so very tight.
Bodies split, for them, a very sad sight.

The creatures have multiplied four times.
Now they are off to commit other crimes.
This is their glorious graduation day.
They have come into the world to stay.