by flammeusgladius





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.




–Tom Riley