Teachers
Teachers, Teachers.
Teachers Teach us.
They give us speeches and praise us like Jesus
But they're not holy, swag.
They cater solely, for themselves; So selfish.
Some are rude and crabby; So shellfish.
There are fat teachers, black teachers white teachers, nice teachers mean teachers, Chinese teachers short teachers, tall teachers real teachers, fraud teachers They all have one thing of mutuality It's the reality that their mentality is somewhat less of a formality
But in actuality an amorality to separate individuality and callously cause a casualty within the academy!
This insanity is why humanity can embarrass me because instead of practicalities teachers search for cavities, abnormalities, incapacities and irrationally devise a strategy to tactfully act valiantly.
But will still unhappily fail students for what they see is blasphemy its fallacy!
This rhapsody I tragically quote rapidly will acidly still be viewed as a travesty
And I'll still disastrously speak profanity to the faculty And keep my centre of gravity up like I'm on a balance beam.
I aim to be satisfactory, not great or any better
This madness will fractionally cause my fatality but ill happily see every person that ever doubted me praising me surrounding me clouding me with a comradely like I Just saved the galaxy
And naturally I'm a hero nationally for upstaging our teachers vanity
This Veracity for becoming an anomaly has fuelled my heart with audacity and now I sit lavishly lacking the spirituality to gallantly care about this municipality that we live in
And teachers teach in so I guess my speech ends with a brief description of some frequent fiction Teachers, if we speak up Will you freakin listen? Because this cheap conviction of you I speak is different.
Copyright © Denzel Kennedy | Year Posted 2015
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