Teacher, not Educator

First day, and I can tell

the way you speak,

your lessons smell.

 

Your voice is meek,

 

your name is bland.

 

You stand up straight,

 

you think you're grand!

 

 

Next week, lesson two,

 

completely lost.

 

What do we do?

 

You're like Jack Frost;

 

you're so, so cold,

 

impersonal...

 

Have you no soul?

 

 

 

At your desk, a surprise

 

though nothing's neat,

 

nor organized,

 

you saw her cheat

 

you heard him cuss,

 

it's not your fault

 

they missed the bus.

 

 

 

Really now, you're correct?

 

You should have known

 

what to expect.

 

We say yes, you say no.

 

We're teenagers,

 

we want to go!

 

 

 

You do not teach

 

you simply show.

 

You came to preach

 

you think you know.

 

Can't you infer,

 

that we can't see

 

a lesson taught so pitifully?