Five days a week, the same old thing.
Principal yells and school bells ring.
Girls in skimpy clothes strut on by
Baggy-jeaned boys give them the eye.
Lockers get jammed and locks freeze shut.
Each excuse begins with a “but”
Pencils break and pens oft run dry
Janitors shake their heads and cry
Teachers, though, withstand the onslaught
Simply doing what they’ve been taught.
Stand tall at the front of the room,
Never touch: for it seals one’s doom.
Speak clearly, with strong conviction.
Precise words in perfect diction.
Hands at bay, despite temptation
To spank brats into submission.
Count the minutes until relief.
Run to the john; answer the chief.
Call parents to give the bad news
Knowing that you will face abuse.
Teachers teach, despite suffering
Five days a week the same old thing.