Teacher on Duty

I used to think kids in our high school were great

until I did duty down by the school gate.

The kids that I met there allowed me to see

Just how deluded a teacher could be.


The first thing I noticed there came as a blow

as my self-esteem nosedived and hit a new low,

for though I had known I was easily miss-able

it came as a shock to learn I was INVISIBLE!

Kids streamed on past me like I wasn’t there

as my voice dissipated like fog in the air,

”Excuse me young fellas, please stop leaving school.”

They just kept on walking. I felt like a fool.

I just seemed to float, like a ghost, beyond sight,

then it dawned on me.


I had died in the night!

I’d gone to bed Thursday. (I hadn’t felt well.)

One heart attack later and I was in Hell!

I mean,  could there be a more harrowing fate

than eternity spent on this bloody school gate?


I didn’t think kids in the high school were nasty

until I got hit in the head by a pasty!

I was doing my duty down by the canteen

when a food fight broke out and I got caught between

some thugs with meat pies and an army with fruit.

Like this line,  it didn’t end well.


I always thought kids at our school were polite

Until I did duty some place out of sight

of the gate, where I hid, to catch students wagging

(I thought I’d be smart, cause I heard them all bragging

about this cool spot where no one could see

them hopping the fence in their bid to be free).

So I got down there early and camped out in wait

determined to capture some young reprobate,

when a large mob approached me,  clearly hell-bent

on leaving school grounds without staff consent,

so I jumped out to stop them:  ‘NO  EXIT TODAY!”

They  said:  “F## off mister, you’re blocking our way!’

I used to think kids at the high school were awesome

Until that dark day when I finally saw some

up close and personal out of their classes.

It certainly shattered my rose-tinted glasses.



I used to think kids at the high school were quiet

until the day came when they went on a riot.

The seniors went crazy (it was their last day)

and God help the teachers who got in their way!

It didn’t take long before things became serious

with kids running wild and turning delirious.

A year nine was kidnapped and strapped to a tree,

a youth with a hammer was out roaming free,

a classroom was burgled and ransacked for loot,

staff cars were plastered with eggs and stale fruit.

tensions were high and the atmosphere manic,

terrified students were running in panic,

staff in the car-park were having a row,

it looked like some scene from Apocalypse Now!

But through it all strode, one student, our saviour,

who would not bow down to such awful behaviour

who even though covered in eggs, milk and flour,

he  battled his way to the school’s seat of power,

“It’s crazy out there! Where’s our leader?’’ he cried.

‘”Don’t worry young man.  He’s locked safely inside.

He saw there was trouble so ran in here fast.

I’m sure he’ll be out when the danger has passed.’

The young chap looked stunned,

‘But, but

…  it’s his duty he cried.

Then something within him, shrivelled and died.

His paradigm shifted,

his world view imploded

”I’m sick of this bullshit!” the young lad exploded.

”If that’s how it is then I guess there’s no option,

but join with the hoards on their trail of destruction!

It’s sad that our leader’s not doing his job.’

Then shaking his head,  he followed the mob.



This poem is about: 
Our world


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