What do I do?
What do I say?
How did I
Get my class riled today

So much laughter
I’ve lost my power
I’m trapped in this problem
For another hour

Should I get help?
Should I shout?
This isn’t what I thought
Teaching was all about

Can class get any worse?
Is that my boss?
I’d better find a new job
Because this one is lost

This is too terrible to be true
Any longer and I’ll scream
I closed my eyes and wished for a better place,
Then I woke up from my dream

My life has been placed before my eyes
My choices are there to choose
Plans to fulfill my dreamed future
Plans that produce good news

All of my plans are all great goals
But sometimes I’ve got to be in the mood
I have yet to find what gives me that feeling
I’ll have to examine my personality in the ****

For I would like to complete my old goals
So I can accomplish something new
Because these days, I see myself in the mirror
Asking, “What are you going to do?”

Man might have created it
But that don’t make it okay
Cursing is plaguing our (American) people
And it needs to stop today

Whether you believe in bad vibes
Or in maintaining a pure mouth
Cursing really clouds up your soul
And separates you from God, no doubt

If our children are raised without it
Then why do you allow it in your speech
I know it’s possible to quit, if you want
So if you want to learn, I’ll teach

Instead of using that Devil language
You can substitute if for a close, clean word
Then God won’t ask you when you slip
“Did I (just) hear what I just heard?”

Instead of using the D word, you can use “dang”
Instead of using the A word, you can say “****”
Instead of calling her the B word, you can call her a “mitch” (my itch)
And save yourself from being kicked in the nut

Instead of dropping the F bomb,
You can always substitute it for “freak”
With these easy, mere words
You can be more holy and meek

So with this method, your language will be pure
And you’ll set a better example for our growing pods
So, when you see Him, He’ll be pleased by your vocal perfection
And your happiness will be identical to God’s

What’s in a name
That makes you proud,
When you see it in credits,
In a program, or said a-loud?

What’s in a poem
That makes it the best?
Is it what you’re talking about,
Or if it spent more time than the rest?

What’s in a name
That makes it your own?
Your parents give it to you,
But some change it when they’re grown.

What’s in your heart
That makes you good?
Is it the way it beats
Or is it what’s under the hood?

What’s in your life?
Are you part of a game?
What makes you unique?
Is it your name?

My life is watched by eyes I know not of
And keep me from all harm I may endure
I know that it is purely done through love
And keep my future safe and life insured
And when my eyes are working over time
My life will struggle to fight all my woes
I cannot look down on the life of mine
For, blessings fall upon me, all I know
As I think of all the troubles I’ve faced
I am the winner of this mighty war
For evil is always on constant chase
But I have more good in my blessed core
All want to know how I love everyday
I know my eyes make sure I am okay

There’s something I’ve wondered
About the excuses that we use
But when the opportunity comes
Our time we often abuse

My friend always complains and makes excuses
About not having much time
But for lunch he watches a movie
Instead of working his behind

Some students often complain
About what they get on their tests
Because they thought, they didn’t have to study
But, that happens to the best

Even I procrastinate sometimes
I’ll find something more enjoyable to do
Putting it off until the last day
And then work ‘til two

If we could use out time wisely
We would get so much done
We would accomplish our dreams sooner
Fulfilling our lives with everything under the sun

There’s something about putting it all on paper
That psychologically frees the mind
Writing off the shackles, speaking of melting troubles
Leaving everything behind
The words left on the paper
Our history books telling of our past
Telling of our problems, telling of our solutions
And telling them relatively fast
Writing everything down for you
And all problems start to fade
It’s like we, poets, are our own psychologist
Just wish we could get equally paid