Teacher Teacher

My hand is raised high

But you won’t look me in the eye

I have something to say

And you just toss me aside

I guess this is just another paying job

I’ll put my hand down now, if you don’t mind

You speak words that have no meaning

But don’t mind me I’m just day-dreaming

Another test another beautiful dime

My parents are going to ground me, I fail every time

I guess it doesn’t matter

Or you just don’t care

Oh, but don’t worry. I’ll retake the class next year

And be out of your hair.