At the start of my career
My class mocked me with a jeer
When they thought they saw a tear.
But was just a bead of sweat.
I swore to control the class,
Show them I have balls of brass.
I would kick them up the arse.
Yes, they knew just what they’d get.
It’s all about frightening, pre-emptive striking,
It’s all about control of each and every one.
Kindness is weakness. I showed no weakness.
Kept ‘em in their place. Even Sam, my son.
© M Day 26-Feb-2018