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He's Primary School Depressed

teacher sent me to the doctor's office

teacher sent me home

teacher sent me to the place

where all the foul things roam

 

teacher gave me tic-tacs

to swallow when i'm sad

teacher said the chemicals

will make me sorta mad

 

teacher dries my eyes up

with platitudes enough

to even console all the kids who

are made of smarter stuff

 

teacher says confusion

is not a cause for shame

i'm not quite sure what teacher means

but i listen all the same

 

teacher treading tip-toed

lowering the tone:

"i'll help you with the theory here

but you'll practice on your own."

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Written by
achillesontheroof
19 / M / Australia
Published
Apr 12, 2018
Lines·Words
20·102
Notes

if you are sad, get people to help you not be sad, thanks

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#sad#rhyme#beautiful#passionate#indian#animals
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