The Frustration Of Teachers

Some are asking to keep your head down and pencils up

While others want to know how your life goes

But there are the ones that ask so much

All you can do is scream from aggrivation.

They change their minds more than their underwear

Whether it's from the latest essay you wrote

To the homework they lost in the mess they call their desk

All the way to making you redo your biggest project.

The amount of anger that these teachers draw

Can make the calmest person want to rip out their hair

So it's no wonder that hardly any students relate

The the bipolar monstrosity they call their educator.

No harsh words will escape my finger tips

About the ones who take more than give

Other than what they say about my latest essay

Can go right back into their throats.

What I ask, and I'm sure others would agree,

Is to help sooner or let us start over

When our projects are past the deadline

Or come to the rescue instead of chatting with others.