You sit in front of class
And read slides with eyes like glass
Waiting for the time to pass
While rebuking any sass
And you call yourself a teacher,
Though you sit up in the bleachers
Shouting like a preacher
Who hasn’t done his research.
What is it you expect?
Every student’s blind respect?
That won’t happen, can’t you see
When you insult so potently
By thinking that we will not see
You’re bluffing us quite blatantly.
What you assigned so eagerly,
And what you claimed would impact me
Insulted my intelligence,
Encouraged my indifference,
Assumed a lack of diligence,
Removed any exuberance.
Now readily I take offense.
Do you realize what you’ve done?
That I am not the only one
Who isn’t having any fun,
And places you under the gun
To earn respect you should have won.