Teacher
By Dan-The-Man
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He sits, he stands.
No effort to demand.
A piece on honest work from the honest jerk.
Sat on the table, looking at his temple
The child seems motionless, never forgettable.
Information in his eyes
The Childs will dies.
A piece of paper, no sooner or later
Can she smell the essence of his underarm flavour.
He asked for Romeo and Juliet?
Not yet, burn the paper.
Cold eyes never asking for her to cry
Like the child that died,
Juliet said goodbye.
“My dear friend, did I ask you of this,
You're taking the piss, what is this?
I have no time to spend on you!
Feel free to work on the skip, whilst eating chips,
On the construction site with the other chimps.
I beg of you, do better, for your brother or sister,
Your mother, do it for her
Or start growing fur...
Crawl around with your hands by your ankles
Or better yet, grow a brain and be thankful
You wont get far now a days with good luck,
Or be lucky enough to get a good fuck.
I am not one for giving students tips
Eh, you might get far with those tits.”
Brilliance can get be forgotten, but not him
He stands up-right with full respect,
And gives students respect, what else can I expect?
This is English, plain.
Shame that this is where we end, and be named
My teacher, time for us to blend
Back into society where we can pretend, you are famous.
The Count is his name, I’d feel ashamed.
I am his student, I only kneel to surrender
With my arms behind my back
He attacks, a whip with his vocab
And I defend her.
She’s my poem, my tribute to him
I wish I could have a second wind
He takes her and puts her into the bin.
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