Suffer The Children
They sat and they stared straight ahead
Absorbing each word that I said
Angelic and silent, no whispered abuse
No Alpha I felt I should dread
The lunch bell was rung and their heads turned as one
But then they just sat there and waited
They only arose when my lecture was done
Were they something that science created
I said they could go and wouldn't you know
It was like they shared one single mind
They left, single file, they were quiet, they were slow
After lunch… who knew what I might find
*
After lunch, I felt queasy, why was I uneasy
Why did just one wear a grin that was cheesy
This leader stood proud with no need to confer
He blinked and each one said, “Good afternoon, Sir.”
I’d left the door open but somehow it slammed
Was I trapped in this room with these kids of the damned
Their eyes focused on me; I needed to pray
Then, as one, they muttered, “Is Sir okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said, as their glare started to burn
Then one said, “We’re eager to learn.”
And, with that, they picked up their ballpoints and sat
As if to say, “That, Sir… is that.”
Their minds were receptive, they learned super fast
They answered my questions before they were asked
I soon understood; it was easy to see
That each of these kids knew a lot more than me
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“And don’t you forget it,” a nagging voice said
“Don’t you go sleeping on duty,” it said.
Turned out the voice was the voice of the head
Who, with his point made… then rapidly fled
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I woke to a very familiar scene
So many delinquents where nightmares had been
Chairs were in flight and one kid ate the chalk
The one with the knee on his neck tried to talk
Young Summer Rogers whose skirt was cut high
Tried to allure me with glimpses of thigh
And Billy was telling his gang a lewd joke
While sat on his desk and enjoying a smoke
Tracy had one lad’s tongue right down her throat
Teddy was leaping on desks like a goat
Wade was still trying to lose his virginity
By grabbing at girls within close proximity
But these are my kids who I’ve often berated
And some Victor Frankenstein had incubated
But I knew I’d nevermore let my mind roam
I smiled to myself… cos I felt right at home.
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2025
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