Science Teacher Poetry

Shall I compare thee to an active drill?

Thou art both routine and unexpected

Rough calls do test the internal system

And requirements crowd too short notice

Sometime too vague directions cause panic

And often overhead bulbs dimm'd;

And every year from year it all declines

By shit like Highland Park and Uvalde

So this eternal training will not end

Nor lose its purpose of that cancer grow’st;

Nor will death wandering make it different

When the external lines manipulate  

...So long as eyes can read or ears listen   

...So long this lives, and life, to thee, this gives.

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Poetry bolded

in case of citations

There is no rhyming [I'm a scientist].

Props to Shakespeare

for inspiration

He wrote for a dark lady

I write to a teacher of English.

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