My Picture: Reflections on marking work and drinking coffee yesterday.

So they cheated again,
I told them not to copy,
not to steal words from others.
But they did,
it felt like depressions in the ground.

Even more alarming, few of the teachers cared
…..all black and no light.

I guess there is nothing so boring,
as an aging academic who thinks he is a poet.
Banging on about integrity and periods of agony.

Sometimes it is easy to hide the poems,
Then begins the search…..it always begins.