Puppet Master
A poem about a teacher
You're a teacher
You don't need to degrade me in front of my peers to make yourself superior
I'm sorry but my respect for you is fading
as I try not to judge the judgmental nature of your gazing
Can you not comprehend how inappropriate your actions are?
Or are you making a conscious choice to make a fool of yourself in front of some kids?
At least have the decency to fill your words with neutrality
Not get red-faced as you judge me in one action instead of listening
You claim now that I am shit in your eyes
Something bad that you stepped in on the way to this room
Though really it comes as no surprise when you refuse to respect my decision
Is every adult so bent over controlling our lives?
We have the right to take in our situation and decide.
But they always think it's their job to set the bar and attack
anyone who disagrees with their self-esteem boosting notion
that they created just to do something
not taking into account personal lives
Go ahead and judge my decision!
I'm not going to lose any sleep at night.
Because I'll come out on top doing what will make me happy in the end.
And you'll still be sitting around playing with finger puppets.
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