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342. The Teacher

I hate my life if you can call it that
Then again who really loves what they do
I studied for years to teach young children
But I never got hired by one school
I would have been a great teacher
For I truly loved to teach prose
Instead I work at a fast food place
Doing something different that what I chose
Despite all the rhetoric about needing teachers
The truth is that no one can hire now
Budgets have been slashed by our leaders
So I’ll wait and pass my time
While our children will never know my wit
When will our leaders realize what education is
And learn that you can never overlook it
Don’t they know that most life is normal
Our children will never be making billions
Sports figures and famous actors are a limited few
What about the other unfortunate millions?


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