Flackery Poems | Examples

Teacher

I sit here upon my rock
along the urban trail,
reflecting on the night just passed.
I'm a teacher, you see, and
a good one, I know.

But I have to think and wonder
just what it is, I know, 
and whether it is worth,
passing on.

The night that's just passed,
marked the semester's end,
and as the students processed
out of the final test,
I shook their hands,
and wished them well.

I received their thanks and
compliments,
and gave back,
appreciative thoughts.
I have been through this exercise,
so many times,
that I feel almost,
a forgery.

A mockery, a raving stereotype,
a Mister Chips,"To Sir with Love",
a pompous flackery, who's
just completed a song and dance,
a maya illusion,
with a cursed ability to portray
a past that
never was.