Schlechter Lehrer
10/7
It's strange to sit in this classroom
And watch student's spirits shrivel.
Staring ahead with dead eyes
We all sit absorbing information
That will be of little use to us
And we know it.
To affect matters the worse
The presentation is soul-crushing.
Stillborn, dead and dry
Before it could come alive.
He stands like a garden sprinkler
Spraying words out in an arc
that occasionally find's a mark,
but seldom.
While a sprinkler indeed bestows life giving water,
If left running too long it will drown the grass.
The Emperor is naked
And we all know it.
Yet we sit here still,
slowly dying....
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