This was my fifth session,

But I wasn’t sure if I’d seen any progression.

Not sure I was supposed to be super nice,

Or just there to supervise.

 

I listened quietly without expression

As one kid belabored his Minecraft session.

It took my all to make sure he didn’t recognize

The oppressive boredom in my eyes.

 

This time I was brought nearly to depression,

Trying to contain all their indiscretion.

Two kids wanted to make a bomb out of battery supplies,

And I knew it wouldn’t catalyze,

But then one kid started displaying aggression,

And they started fighting for possession

of their electrical enterprise.

 

I devoted a few hours after that for decompression.

Hartek, the Bard