You sit behind your desk

Looking very grotesque

Because you are scared

That you are ill-prepared

One of us will out shine 

Causing you to whine.

Is that fair?

To swear.

All we ask 

Is that you don't assign 

an undesirable task

and that you wear a face mask.

Can't you tell we show face?

And don't want to disgrace

But to ace. 

You force us into our hiding place, 

to be trapped in null space.

I want to learn,

But you're pushing me to 

the point of no return

Please learn to teach

So I don't end up as 

a bum on a beach.