Classroom of
killers,
rapists and thieves
Hope they got
no plan up their sleeves
Manipulation masters
Observe like a hawk
Their gait is a saunter
A rooster-like walk
There are those
Who want to learn
And others released
Soon to return
Some have tats
Covering their face
Be wary
They value
Their personal space
Their cases
They love
To tell me about
I nod my head
But the pencils I count
Some of these guys
Were doomed at birth
Many of them
Have no self worth
Positive reinforcement
Goes a long way
Their eyes light up
With looks of dismay
You passed the test!
You do good work!
“I just got lucky”
They say
With a smirk
I plan the lessons
For their behalf
Always make sure
To get a laugh
I teach with humor
Make learning fun
It works for most
Not everyone
I always try to
Lighten the mood
But some dark eyes
Just stare and brood
Some new teachers
Wannabe saviors
I say “Good luck,
Just do no favors!”
Watch your back
And do your best
The biggest rewards
Don’t come from the tests!”
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