I am not warm enough


For what reason
would I ever want to come back here?
There is sickening staleness in the air,
winter breeze coming from the heat ducts
and no one is friendly,
including you, Mr. Authority.
My discipline report
reads that I am guilty
of insubordination
and I am sitting here
What but age
makes me insubordinate
to you?
Just because you can mark with red ink
much faster than some of your students
could ever think,
are you law?
It is in the name:
So and So School Corporation.
Corporation, like those greedy big businesses
that our big greasy congressmen
continually allow tax breaks.
Though I'm not stupid;
they care as much about education
as you do, Mr. Authority.
This institution's daily meal
makes me ill
and I have acquaintances
but no real friends.
Every class room's thermostat
seems to be broken,
it's too cold in here
but I thank my gods that it's senior year.


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