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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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