The sum of all that’s trivial and vain
She’s proud to be transcribing on the board.
She’s eager to mold every little brain.
She knows what every little hand has scored
On the most recent quiz. With one accord,
Her cells embrace the lame, self-serving lie
That virtue’s what her wasted years have stored
Up in her being. Think? She doesn’t try.
Ideals she betrays are always high
Ideals: in betrayal, they become
Her own. She whips those slaves until they cry.
She spanks them till their bottoms all go numb.
She tortures kids until their souls are screeching.
Where she was educated, that’s called teaching.