Teacher's Manual

The teacher kept talking over and over and over Poor man, he still has a mind To leave the job, but lacks the incline To treat the new generation he says And make them learn Manners, courtesy, and respect Five years only at it now And he holds all bags filled with holes He is teaching the direlicts Who has no mind for academics Good thing I thought before Thirty years in sum compassing every level Headed theory of our devolution. What is it he asked Wringing the last drop from the flask It is the mythic I said We have no replacement for the moral order Crumbling like a meteorite before our eyes Gas is making rocks in the factory of the sky