It Never Boils And It Never Ends
A poem about feeling out of control in the modern world
As an Englishman I drink a lot of tea
bit of a stereotype I know
but I’m not ashamed
often we just have nothing better to do
often it's a way to pass the time
a way to warm us through in our bleak winters
we're going through one of them right now
have been for years
but this tea won't come to warm me up
and I'm forced to shiver and shake
I pop the kettle on and grab my cup
it’s an old fashioned kettle
on an old fashioned stove
so it takes longer than most
while it boils I’ll busy myself to pass the time
maybe wash a few dishes
or tidy up the kitchen
or empty the bin
or vacuum the rug
you know how it goes
anything but go outdoors
a watched pot never boils so it’s best to look away
and usually that's easy to do
but lately when I pop the kettle on
I’m forced to pull up a chair and watch
to do nothing else but sit and stare
as the stove grows warm
watching the flames lap up
watching the condensation appear
hearing the water inside start to bubble
as the air inside start to rise
and make it's first whistling escape
and I sit and stare at the kettle
waiting for that whistle to come
because I’m not allowed to do anything else
but it never comes
the kitchen stays silent
and after a while when it still hasn’t boiled
I wonder if something might be wrong
yet I question myself
does it always take this long?
I know eventually when it’s done
I’ll have a delicious cup of tea
and it will all be worthwhile
and I’ll chastise myself for being impatient
and I know I should be grateful
for having have something to drink
when I’m told others have nothing and go thirsty
but it’s hard to think of that while I’m sat here
watching this kettle
seemingly waiting forever
and get this
I don’t know how much water is in it
or what setting the hob is on
so I have no idea how long it will take
and I’m waiting for so long I don’t even want it anyway
but I have to sit and wait
and drink it nonetheless
I can’t distract myself
to make the wait seem shorter
I have to sit and wait for the kettle to boil
who knows how long it will take
but apparently it’s all for my own good
apparently we're all in it together
which is nice for those who say so
they have fancy kettles
and people to make tea for them
I start to wonder if the stove is broken
but I’m not allowed to check
that would be against the rules
why can’t I just drink something else instead?
why can’t I just get on with my day and take the kettle off?
why can’t I just check if something is wrong?
I'm told it's against the rules
I have to stay alert
so I just play along
I’m an Englishman don’t forget
we love our tea and we love to wait in line
and we love to do as we're told
and do nothing about it
other than sit at home and have a moan
and think back to better times
when we weren't in it together
but when we were all happier apart
so I try to get comfortable
I’m not very happy about it
but I do nothing but moan
I know my place
sat in my chair
I continue to stare
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About the Creator
R P Gibson
British writer of history, humour and occasional other stuff. I'll never use a semi-colon and you can't make me. More here - https://linktr.ee/rpgibson
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