Stuffed Suits Poem by John Sensele

Erudition energy ebbs out
You pitch up late in class
Students for your skin shout
Inside your pate, students fuss.

Your lesson plan nowhere at hand
Sums take to flight
Inside your pate, you've lost the brand
To which you once held tight.

Lecturer from college arrives
Paces up and down scribbling notes
You wonder why school experience strives
To land into your corner a plethora of noughts.

Introspection whispers you're a dunce
Always self pitying, self defeating
Seeking for a chance to advance
Only succeeding in quitting

Given lack of focus
Mind scattered
With no logical locus
Attempts half hearted

Blowing hot and cold
Reporting for lessons late
In front of pupils you can't be bold
From you students struggle Algebra answers to get

No proof of readiness
School experience falling apart
You show no eagerness
Attitude and altitude aren't smart

Perhaps high time to explore
Alternative pursuits
Given the fake folklore
Frolicking in your stuffed suits.