Thirteen Years of This
Why did you become
A teacher when you hate
It so much? Coming in at
Seven in the morning makes you
Mean. Answering questions leaves you cross,
But it's your job, so what is the issue?
You don't get paid enough? I'm sorry, but you chose
This career. Surely you didn't expect to make
Six figures? You even have the summers off; you can't think
A job you chose because you thought it would be easy to
Pay off in the long run, can you? So, please, smile at me, answer
My questions like it's okay for me to not understand, and get
Over that my future isn't gone, after all, I'm only seventeen.
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