You look down on me-those cold, calculating eyes
Just watching, waiting, prowling around my work-waiting for me for me to fail
And when I do: NO!
That powerful word
The one word that makes us quake in our boots, shake in our heels, dig in our feet
You explain, in slow, condescending detail, why exactly I am wrong
But really the entire time I am thinking to myself
Tuning you out
Praying for that bell to ring, to give us all an escape from the slow, painful humiliation that is being showered upon me
That bell is what releases us from this metaphorical hell
But alas, it is not our destiny to hear the angelic sound just yet
No, we must continue to nod our heads, tilt them forward, pretend like we're listening
By now we're old pros, she thinks she's got us right where she wants us, but really she has no clue
We're waiting, hoping, praying for that escape
Our eyes flicker to the clock: ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two...
The sound of freedom fills the room, and with it, we rise up!
We take a stand!
And we finally get to walk out the doorway to hell, into the paradise of the halls
Hallelujah, we're free at last.