new poem

Here is my latest poem. I wrote it during my Seminar in International Studies final. It just so happened that the windows were being cleaned at that same time. Here is the result of my inability to stay focused during a test.

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“Squeak, squeak, squeak ” goes the window.
“Squirt, squirt, squirt” goes the bottle of industrial glass cleaner.
“nod nod nod” goes the underpaid, and largely unsatisfied Janitor.
Unaware of the pain he brings.
Involved in the music playing from his headphones.
While he roughly rubs a harsh clothe against the glass door
Who screams out in pain “Squeak”