Teacher.

Motivational posters on the wall

diverting from the inevitable fall.

You make spines shiver with your call,

when you're only 5 feet tall.

 

Your words overlap in hypocrisy,

this classroom is not a democracy.

 

You think that you're so smart.

What you do is not an art.

Marking X's and lugging your cart,

A sad non professional tart.

 

Your red pen is an oppressive tool,

Putting a smiley face on an F isn't cool,

With you, Hell is alive in school.

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