The Teacher

The Man that Stands Before Me
Who is this man that stands before me
Constant babble spurts forth readily
Coming from deep within its rises like steam
What is responsible for what he says he means
Indescribable are the toxins that grasp his mind
They are demons who claim to know all time
What holds me down and forces me to breathe in the poisonous gas
I should have never signed up for this fool’s class

— Originally Published in 2002 —