Late
It's practically done, more or less
Plus or minus it's my best
Effort if you squint and side-eye
It. I'm sure it will get by.
No, no, no. My son, my son
You handed it in before it was done
And you didn't do it till it was due
So penalties and catastrophes
Are falling down on you
Mr Teacher please
Be understanding, be reasonable
I know we can reach agreement
If we lay our cards out on the table.
No, no, no. My son, my son
You didn't do it, it's not done
Reap the whirlwind that you've sown
So next time you'll finish it at home.
Or I'll finish you,
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
7 comments:
haha....teachers...
I wish. One day I'll be such a teacher..... Then the very earth itself will tremble.... And hopefully take good notes.
yes and then
we will bow down to the mighty Matthew, and make him the best peppermint teas....and learn long funny words we can't spell
If everyone made me peppermint teas I would drown.
with a good taste in your mouth....
haha! Far out you two!
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