small, mean,of a frigid mindset
you sit on your pile of obscure knowledge
like some old decrepit dragon
where is the joy, the love
harsh words and scathing looks
you wonder why few come to sit
at your feet
where is the love, where is the joy
you are a breed dying,
simply for wont of trying
something new and different
once the golden child
now you are dressed
in dullard's clothes
and atop your pile
of worn out woes
you sit, a caricature
in a defensive pose
having lost the love, the joy
your opinions are outdated
and put simply ...on the nose
retire gracefully...
before you are bulldozed
like an old statue
whose point and meaning
nobody knows..
your time and place
has been and gone
for god's sake
realize you are
an antiquity
and move on.....
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 5:37 AM UTC
small, mean,of a frigid mindset
you sit on your pile of obscure knowledge
like some old decrepit dragon
where is the joy, the love
harsh words and scathing looks
you wonder why few come to sit
at your feet
where is the love, where is the joy
you are a breed dying,
simply for wont of trying
something new and different
once the golden child
now you are dressed
in dullard's clothes
and atop your pile
of worn out woes
you sit, a caricature
in a defensive pose
having lost the love, the joy
your opinions are outdated
and put simply ...on the nose
retire gracefully...
before you are bulldozed
like an old statue
whose point and meaning
nobody knows..
your time and place
has been and gone
for god's sake
realize you are
an antiquity
and move on.....
have been struggling with antiquated ideas and teaching methodologies...and those who own them... so it is here my frustration is given vent....so at work i may be civilised and respectful...most of rhe time
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