particularly when I have kids hanging from the ceiling fans.
Awkwardly rotating round,
like in a slow motion movie where they romantically run forward towards each other,
But in this classroom context,
only to crush into the train that is my wrath.
My assertive skills are waring thin.
Make the choice:
Be a passenger
or a dead man walking the tracks.
The constant ta-tinking over dead bodies.
You choose not to do the work
Ta-tink
You choose to fail to follow instructions
Ta-tink
Ta-tink
You talk, talk, talk.
Ta-tink
Ta-tink
Ta-tink
My siren has warned you many times:
Enough rocks on the track--
shallow arguments to hinder the passenger's progress.
No more warnings--
we need to move forward to our destination.
Ta-tink
Ta-tink
And the transmission of my train will announce merely
one thing:
"I am fucking over it".
Full steam ahead.
Ta-tink
Ta-tink
Ta-tink
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