Teachers

Teachers can sometimes
Shape and mold us
Into who we are today
As if out minds
were made of clay
And they are
Regarded in your mind
As a fond memory
Memories as
Warm and inviting
As a field of golden
Daisy’s on
A glorious sun
Filled day
But other times
They want to assimilate
Us to do it their way
Till we just stare at them
Awaiting instructions
Like dogs on a leash
And obedient dogs
We shall be following
Their instructions to the letter
Cringing and stressing if we
Do anything wrong so
We spend hours of our
weeks
months
And years  in cages
Disguised as labs for lunchtime
We want the good grade at all costs
To appear as a good dog in their eyes
But there is always
This disobedient dogs whom lash out at any time
Throwing away their homework
And barking when they are not
Supposed to disrupting
The teacher and his or
Her other
More
Obedient
Dogs