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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Teacher's Ballad
[time] => 2006-12-17 12:56:51
[hometext] => F.W.
[bodytext] => The Teacher’s Ballad Dear class, my class Welcome to your first day I want to cover some things first so put those textbooks away If you could give me your attention I’d like to begin With a message that carries from start into fin You see what they teach here and what is out there Is way out of boundary it aint even near But if they knew I told you that I’d of turned in my two weeks Cause the truth isn’t sweet, it’s dead and it reeks See I’ve seen a few things though I don’t like to brag On this curving life driveway running straight into drag Bout hate and love, communication and pain Hustling through thunder and walking through rain There are things you will see that’ll turn your soul black And dead dangers that’ll greet you with pleasant attack Cause out on the streets it isn’t bout a college degree It’s bout churning the butter and paying the fee Ask the poor widow whose hand shakes so true Just what is it she wants and what’s in it for you And button your jacket, don’t catch a cold While it’s around your sweet shoulders you’ll want it to hold At night you’ll hear sirens they’ll ring and disperse You’ll find death is a desire disguised as a curse But in time you won’t wish it unless you’re alone And no matter how old, you’ll say you’ve not grown So kids, my kids You might have heard Or read what is written as fact of the word But history is written by those who remain Who’ve taken men an reduced them for ball and for chain They’ve taught you their lies for lack of question Cause they feel you’re not all made for inspection Into what it is that was and what we find now Whose been burnt to the dust and exactly how No, they’ll keep that hushed up and focus on trivial things Like pie graphs, road maps, and how a register rings And any placement you put into what could have been Will be put to rest never to be brought up again But that’s the way it goes so just clench your fist And write away creation, cause truth’s in the wrist See the colleagues of mine were all given the same They learned to be docile, demented and tame They threw away, like you will, what rebel they knew Once withered great knowledge is now wasted and through Now students, my students I know what your thinking That beat heart is dropping, it’s falling, it’s sinking Well let me tell you, that in time you’ll find It will never be steady nor set to some grind Love’s going to get you; you can take that from me Make you into people you swore never to be Boys you’ll find someone who will lower your shield Till nothing is hidden all virtues revealed And girls some day someone’s going to take advantage of you You’ll try to pull away like the fly but find yourself sunken in glue Glue, you’ll become accustomed to and you’ll sit frozen in its slime And not leave till it’s hardened and crinkled in time The devil, my children, is alive and is real Not in some mystical myth, he’s not warped or surreal He’s all around and you’ll probably play games by his hand Till you’re a thousand above and wanting to land And God, though I’ve heard His name in context of all Will be right beside you in that thousand-foot fall You’ll curse Him, deny him, confuse him as fake Then take him, embrace him, for your own soul’s sake And your soul that you’ve never really had the pleasure to meet Will find it’s self in limbo at the back of the line in a seat Oh class, dear class I’ll have you writing out numbers soon enough The tests will be hard, the days long and rough But what it is I won’t tell you is that it’s all up to fate And it can ram into you or show up ten minutes late It’s about attitude, courage, what’s right and what’s wrong What sits right there still and what goes along It’s bout taking the moment, escaping your fear Diving into dark waters where nothing is clear Obeying your desires and denying their touch Throwing away what’s needed and keeping wants at a clutch But enough about that I have a salary to make And as I said before, I’ve got a mask too I am fake Just wanted to release a warning before they bud in Before I find my self on that trail again So that’s it my dear class, my message is done Let’s open our books, begin at page one [comments] => 1 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 65 [informant] => Franciswolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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