Whining—then pitching sullen fits
each time their childish will is crossed,
tech-addled sassy little shits
prove education’s cause is lost.
Such children show that means regress
once the family is supplanted
claiming rights they do not possess;
taking taxpayer funds for granted.
Loosed from homes of dark dysfunction
tyrant-bred by single mothers,
no devoted teacher’s unction
will suffice to raise another’s.
Oblivious to strategies
of motivation and reward
they sing our nation’s elegies.
The dull refrain: yo Miss—I’m bored.
This the greatest reparation
from the coffers of the state:
sacrificed to second-rate.
Silly nature stuff;
Nature doesn’t give a damn
about fallen man.
I think about these things a lot — it seems to me that we have entirely lost our demand for quality, let alone excellence, and our attention spans are decreasing at an alarming rate (“Yo Miss — I’m bored” indeed).
I enjoyed the read a lot (and will be thinking about it for a little longer, which is always a good thing in my book), and LOVED the haiku at the end!
Your readership is highly esteemed.