Teacher Rap

[Leanne]

I’m much too white to write a rap,
I’m old and getting flabby,
I’m just not angry anymore --
at worst I’m slightly crabby.
That existential angst I had
has melted into worries
of how to keep these kids in class
and stop them smoking durries.
The years have put my fire out, 
I’ve got my shit together --
I pay my taxes, watch TV
and bitch about the weather.
I hear these songs of weed and pills
and hoes and bros and coppers;
my enemies are bills and time
and bloody Christmas shoppers.
I used to rant and rave in rhyme
just like you whippersnappers
but now I work frustration out
by tearing Mintie wrappers.
One day you’ll find you’ve mellowed out
and things that now excite you
will fade into a memory
or else come back to bite you.
So gather selfies while you may,
but don’t forget to cover
the bits you’d be embarrassed for
your grandkids to discover.

[shemthepenman]

I’m much too white to write a rap,
I’m old and getting flabby,
I’m just not angry anymore --
at worst I’m slightly crabby.
That existential angst I had
has melted into worries
of how to keep these kids in class
and stop them smoking durries.
The years have put my fire out, 
I’ve got my shit together --
I pay my taxes, watch TV
and bitch about the weather.
I hear these songs of weed and pills
and hoes and bros and coppers;
my enemies are bills and time
and bloody Christmas shoppers.
I used to rant and rave in rhyme
just like you whippersnappers
but now I work frustration out
by tearing Mintie wrappers.
One day you’ll find you’ve mellowed out
and things that now excite you
will fade into a memory
or else come back to bite you.
So gather selfies while you may,
but don’t forget to cover
the bits you’d be embarrassed for
your grandkids to discover.

Dylan once wrote 'he not busy being born is busy dying'. This poem is a reminder to everyone, never get busy dying.

[just mercedes]

Oh yes. Oh no.

[billy]

gathering selfies as they may indeed. some people are in for big shocks

[Namyh]

Leanne - I really enjoyed the intent, rhythm and poetic craft of your words which speak from
experience to the whippersnappers yet to have some. When you mellow with age, you have
to laugh at those trivial things that once got you all riled up and which upon later reflection now 
was just your youth in heat shouting at the top of its lungs for some cause. Whoa! Thanks for
writing and sharing this Leanne. Namyh

[Leanne]

Cheers all.

[Keith]

Damn you, now I will have to stop tearing Mintie wrappers or is that Minty rappers,

[Leanne]

I deliberated over that for a long time, Keith... I mean, we only ever see the plural... damn you Minties!