Power is in the Hand of the Beholder

Just because you’re in charge doesn’t mean the students will listen,

They don’t care,

So don’t expect them to be butt kissin’,

Your commands will be drowned amongst their chit chat,

You’ll yell at them,

Looking like a clown,

They’ll stop talking,

Just until you turn back around,

It’s not that they don’t like you,

It’s just that they sense your fear,

They thrive on that pain,

Just how like wolves thrive on deer,

So if control over them is your priority,

Then grow some pants,

And learn some authority.

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