Teaching a Dyslexic
I was teacher’s pet in school.
Her laughing stock, her personal fool.
She’s stuck with me, but it might be fun,
Bad examples are needed, and I am one.
I looked for the words the others read,
while gypsies danced inside my head.
Although she knew, I couldn’t read,
“Stand up”… fulfill a sadistic need,
On parade before the class,
Don’t be like him… Oh holy lass.
Look at him, he feels no pain,
No gold stars beside his name.
See his tears, it must be from joy,
Why won’t you try, Oh stupid boy.
I taught you well, but you have not learned,
Oh well… three months off is what I’ve earned.
It’s summer school for you, you know,
There’s no rest for kids so slow.
On parade before the class,
You laugh at me I’ll kick your ass.
Look at me and you’ll feel pain,
I’ll put your star beside my name.
You see me crying tears of joy,
Don’t mess with me you stupid boy.
And what I teach, you had better learn,
Or some time off, you may earn.
Oh… you could not teach me to read and write,
But thanks for teaching me to fight.
Snakenavel |
