A poem for teachers

I was looking back through the posts and liked this one…

Another Grumpy Commuter

A Teacher’s Lament

(after Trenches: St Eloi by TE Hulme )

Over the flat desks of Room 3B
a wide-eyed wall of ignorance.
Lust
In the silence disgusting boys
loitering with intent, picking their noses:
all itching to go, ignore the books.
Girls walk as on street corners,
making boys drool, follow,
drawn by instinct, drawn by promise,
after a pierced bare belly.

The boys have testosterone. The girls have no pants.
Behind the bikeshed, groping, shagging, lying missionary style.
Unwanted babies, chaos:

hell is a school classroom. The minds about me are closed.
Nobody answers. There is nothing to do but drink.

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