BLIND

You are an excellent teacher,

A kind one too.

But can't you see,

what your students do?

They sit in the back,

and always talk smack.

Oh, how I wish you weren't blind.

 

They never answer questions,

or do their homework.

All over the desk,

is their messy artwork.

The students don't care.

I'm surprised you don't pull out your hair.

Oh, how I wish you weren't blind.

 

Your students show up late,

but you never realize.

I think you need to take five seconds,

and look around and analyze.

You don't notice their mouth full of dip.

It is clearly under their lip.

Oh, how I wish you weren't blind.

 

At the end of the day,

it's not my concern.

I only wake up for school,

and come in to learn.

I'm sure your students are really nice,

But I wouldn't repeat that twice.

 

You are an excellent teacher,

A kind one too.

But, oh, how I wish you weren't blind.

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