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Dear French Teacher

Poetry By: BlackGoth
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This is a poem to the French teacher who has literally lost her mind and (quite seriously) suffers from paranoia... -


Submitted:Jan 19, 2013    Reads: 29    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


- Just because I may be bad,- You can't throw me on the floor.- Broken legs won't hold me down,- Gravity's my friend for sure.- Well you can cheat and lie and lie,- And lie and lie and spit.- But in the end all your left with,- Is dust and mud, the rest of it.- - Why do you smile like a child?- Your a teacher! For heavens sake!- You stole a cradle from a baby,- You dumbass it's not you to take!- - Well I may fake the tears, - That I can't hold back.- But you fake my words,- We've met before jack.- - Well it must have been hell,- That spat you back out.- "And with good reason!"- I can hear Satan shout.- - Just because I may be bad,- You can't throw me on the floor.- Broken legs won't hold me down,- Gravity's my friend for sure.- - You just a tiny voodoo doll,- Every ones out to hurt you.- I like you and hello too you,- Turns into *beep* *beep* SKREW!- - By the window, near the stairs,- I stand there by the wall.- I chant songs inside my head,- While you shout and I drool.- - Teachers, teachers, dear, dear teachers,- We don't love you at all.- You think if you can't physically hurt us,- You'll mentally hurt us it's true.- - Your shouting leaves and imprint,- Deep within our mind.- Some day we'll wake up,- To your voice and cry and cry.- - Just because I may be bad,- You can't throw me on the floor.- Broken legs won't hold me down,- Gravity's my friend for sure.-




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