An artists portrait

On my bed I sit
In my bed-sit
Marking papers I sit
Sit, sit, sit…

Mark, mark, mark!
While distant dogs bark
Hark! What a lark!
14’s the top mark…

ALL of them fail.
Feel a tad frail
Time for an ale.
Election, no sale!

One girl took test late.
Must be glad fate-
She scored 98
Her mate’s cheat-sheet was great…

Next morning post scores
Students pour in the door
“Teesher! Low score?!”
Hopes of passing hit floor.

Consider their fears-
But pleas fall on deaf ears.
Don’t waste your tears!
Should have practiced, my dears!

They leave as they came-
None taking the blame
Their test scores a shame
(Last time was the same…)

Lunchtime’s a treat
Rice, bamboo, and some meat
With soi dogs we eat.
They don’t mind, so it’s sweet.

Darkness falls
On hallowed halls.
Pooying calls,
So too roadside stalls.

Make eyes with the hot one
Who’s there selling som-tum
She’s thin with a hot bum
And smiles at me long-taam!

Back at my dorm
Southern chicken still warm!
HBO show their norm:
Charlie’s Angels in form.

Imagination fed
Retire to bed
Lucy Liu in my head
Or Cameron instead.

I dream of great riches
And long lovely ‘beaches’
The kind in the pictures
Where you don’t wear your britches.

Tomorrow, I’ll probably do just the same
And the next day I’ll do the same yet again.
What is it that stops me from going insane?
Pretty daughters of Isaan who can’t say my name!