The room is quite,
I am feeling it even more.
They call me a teacher.
The slum lards
call me something else.
I don’t suite their
jubilant histrionics.
But I am a teacher.
I take the globe and
toss it in the air.
To make meaning,
or something.
And don’t tell me the
dog ate your homework.
There are always
consequences.
I am a teacher.