Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
There is a reason that I teach
And one that’s pretty sad
I teach because I like the kids
I can read their little faces
They openly bitch and moan
I don’t have to guess the reasons
Adult, I just assume
Act the same as me
And it often comes to my surprise
That they don’t.
I have never understood
The Bitch and the rumour spreader
I have never understood
The vindicitive and narcissist
I will never understand
The ins and outs of conversations
When to tell the small white lie
When to sprout out the big one.
You ask me a direct question
You get a direct answer
I have been known to weave a little
But never when I’m tired.
I don’t pick up the social cues
The ones that say “Don’t say it”
And most of all I just assume
That adults are just as honest too.
Face value I take what you say
And this got me into trouble today.