The turnaround of homework is quick.
Lucy lines up more and more customers,
everyone pleased with what I’ve produced –
someone even asking if I can put together a
poetry portfolio.
What about their exams? I ask.
What’s the point of all this if they fail in the end?
Lucy snaps her chewing gum,
hands me eighteen pounds and fifty pence
plus some history-homework guidelines.
I don’t really care about their lives. Do you?