Circa 1990 here we go: My Mom when she was a Teacher
Sitting still along the way, but alone, Mom on her kitchen seat and reading a Spiegel at the table
And with a cinnamon raisin bagel and tea—she says, “With Wayne gone, I’m focusing on me!”
Her as percolated Lipton is reaching forth with the kitchen clean—dusted off Ramen noodle mess
If you know what on Earth I mean, and to them there astronauts on the moon—stirring tea, a spoon
of caramelized tea leaves with which what amounted in her day, to a classroom fuss—3rd grade
Yes the young audience passing notes of pretenses preferences of jotting adjectives in sentences
Class! Class! It’s time for lunch-lady laden Sloppy Joes, when a ham and cheese sammich, of her’s
With what words of educated “Masters Degree” pontificating times-tables rhythmically Heavens to Betty,
That Bette O’Coin of thick timber-trunks in her Audi of car-speakers audio, oh don’t you know?
Oh and then Mrs. Ralien not an Illegal alien, but struck it rich when getting “Hitched” with her rich husband!
The ten or so empty vodka nips in her desk, that I digress—this Mrs. Mom M. sipping sizzle spitting spittle,
with only, just a little bit of a buzz—the Elementary students exit the bus, that this is a must, of “Bus Duty”
Mr. Mike D. wearing a tie and money in his billfold—these kiddo students should be do as told:
Of form a straight line, and Alphabetical that the tickled pink littlegirl and littleboy blue jeans,
No rated “R” movies allowed to be seen, at what, how many years old? I forget, and fuck the youth,
I’m all about CBD “cool, calm, and collected” my Mom had a 9MM in her hip-strung class gun holstered to use
Asleep at her teacher’s desk now once again, that a late night of partying with inhalants—she’s a mess
Top button undressed, when she passed out on Recess Jobbing, her liver was throbbing for relief
Oh a liquor-laden Gleick alcoholic drinker, Wayne was thinking, I’ll start my own company Debbie’s distant memory!
Shopping at Hollister, her correcting papers—with the MMJ “Vapers” of hers—hidden from the Janitor,
Cleaning up throw-up in the Cafeteria with modern 1% milk in little cardboard containers—a dental retainer
Morning makeup fun of detailing her face—albeit with once-imperfect teeth, made fun of, but now to Teach
Teasing my dental-tray Dentist, an early-on Audi TT driver, “Hi Debbie, oh Debbie, Jeffrey has no cavities
An oral presence of aligning those pearly white Chompers, me the chump, the Hulk... THE HUNK!
With a bottom-Bunk bed to sleep in, and the Tooth Fairy would coming in to creep in and silent
Turn off the lights to make your starry-eyed dreams even brighter—I always wanted a Zippo lighter, when little
Pre-teen Nicole L. and Stephanie S. with the top-heavy Melons of who but “Melanie” a Ginger red hair up-top
On the same bus, and creating a flattering moment with Valentines Day morsels, I’m full of myself!
Naming teachers, Me and my Mrs. Lemerise of 4th schooling, and 6 was Mackie, her new, strict so Tackie
Thumb tacks to peek and push, in the Winter on the playground the many buttoned-up students, Standing in SLUSH!
20 something years of corrupt teaching bullshit, no wonder Spencer employed employees, and their Ploy
Carrying a calculator and a cheat-note, otherwise fail the Final Exam, contraband, with what weakness parents-planned
When expanding like a petroleum bunsen-burner cartoon, writing on the chalkboard—to outline a body collapsed
Deb’s cranial synapses take a 1 or 2 o’clock named nap of classes dispersed for Chorus, “This Nation, Under God”
With God as a real “Illusion” — I reached beyond Him, overpowered my Mother and my Brother — maybe even “The Father”
He’s a very successful $$,$$$,$$$ man who lives in this great land, where a female once known as “Bucky”
The Tables have turned—I wrote about my English Saint John’s teacher and how HE FUCKED ME:
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