Those students, they were swinging from the light strips
And climbing up the walls, clawing at the blinds
Just like little zombies, desperate for my blood.
I’m sure that over the holidays, their parents
Plugged them into computer games, ignored
And pumped with E numbers, on an unnatural high.
So now us teachers have struggle
Getting them under some sort of control
As we get pelted with glue sticks and pink highlighters
While we cry, huddled underneath our desks.
To all the teachers out there, who went back this week and endured a very bad day as we tried to get some sort of control – I feel your pain. We are strong and we are good at our jobs. Don’t let the b*****ds grind you down.