A Sarcastic Monkey

Not only that, but certain individuals from this group of airheads are genuinely convinced they know better than professionals who were specifically trained to teach. They are going to complain about the difficulty of material students are supposed to absorb, assignments they are receiving, and eventually begin criticizing the school system as a whole (obviously, without any actual solution to offer, as so many people do when criticizing school: they only whine), in order to cover up their own inadequacy in raising their kids.

"Just give him a D at least, it won't hurt you." "My kid is good, please let him pass." "What is your problem, treating my child like that?!" "How are they supposed to study all of that? You are insane!" "Your criteria are unrealistically high." "And you call yourself a teacher? You are being rude and disrespectful!"

Oh, please, fuck off.

This is how you make spoiled, spineless brats. And one day, they are going to become just like their fathers and mothers. More greedy slaves of their own money and reputation, without anything valuable to offer to the community.

suddenly a couple of crows stormed in through the open windows grunting and squeaking they landed on top of chairs

one of them opened its curvy beak and cawed you are playing too fast I can barely follow the notes you moron

the lone figure slowed down

another one opened its curvy beak and cawed this is more boring than getting stuck in a traffic not enough speed you moron

the lone figure sped up

yet another one opened its curvy beak and cawed i don't hear anything oh wait i forgot my ear trumpet

the lone figure played louder

and another one opened its curvy beak and cawed why are you playing only the white and straight keys you fucking racist

the lone figure accomodated for all groups

and another one opened its curvy beak and cawed are you trying to rape the keys i am going to cancel you for sexual assault

this dumb ball of hair was clinging onto the legs of strangers perhaps he was craving some company some gentle word or merely to kill boredom

the figures kept kicking him around in a cruel football match shoo shoo shoo gotta save the suit from bad smell and reputation

this dumb ball of hair still looking up them wondered why they just did not want to like him while scraching his head

this naive ball of hair never realised that the tall figures were nothing more than clean, fancy, shaven monkeys

i'm sorry to burst your bubble but i have to say it with utmost sincerity poems are not chopping sentences into endless pieces lack of structure interpunction and capital letters

which could simply be bits of a random prose a mail or a tweet written by a hairy monkey jumping and pressing random letters on the keyboard

nor are they necessarily a choice of polarising topics on which you give your takes so arrogantly dryly boringly i almost yawned myself to death bragging about your political correctness like those fatties in the government who let roots grow out of buttocks into their sofas

your sentences make the trees roll in their earthly graves for they were used to make paper on which you pour your godly inspiration but hey that's your kind of talent and even i gotta give you props for it

you so called modern poets don't know what it means to create word games imagery daydreaming melodies and let alone to have a thought that is actually your own

you who have no skills in wielding their verses write in spans of five minutes or maybe ten i don't want to overestimate you

that's why your poems are like a short script that could be composed even by a dog pooping on the asphalt