Here's some poetry

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    Jan 11, 2012 6:51 PM GMT
    Haven't seen any form of poetry on this site since I joined. I figure it's full of meat heads and adrenaline junkies or something so I'd share something I wrote recently about how I feel towards teachers. Hope you enjoy.

    Feel free to give constructive criticism, I'm hoping to do more on stage spoken word and start some blog...maybe



    I don't think we can realize how much shit teachers have to go through
    I don't think we realize how much credit we fail to give teachers
    I don't think we can truly appreciate a teacher until we have a complete understanding of them and curriculum

    I'm only 18, still kid, not quite a man
    So you may find it hard to believe that I would even understand
    But I've learned a lot from my years of attentively listening to only a tenth of my teachers' whistling whilst whispering
    About boredom while my grades are dwindling
    So imagine where I would be if I paid all of my attention in a dollar bills instead of cents
    Then maybe I could make more sense out of the time I have spent as a student

    Yeah, so like I said, I don't think we give teachers a lot recognition
    Because we have this predisposed cognition that falls into repetition
    In which we believe we and our parents can walk over a teacher without raising our hands for permission
    And when we fail to meet the criteria for our recollection of natural selection
    We go home and complain about "Ugh I hate my teacher, he sucks, he gives me bad grades."
    And our parents goes into overdrive because they've raised an angel
    "So listen up teacher, this is no compromise, my kids an overacheiver and yes, he does strive!"
    No parent, you listen up, before you call your child's teacher and attack them verbally with assault rifles and give em crap
    You beat the crap outta your kids until they tell you that they ceased to pay attention in class
    And that is the reason why their failing in math

    If you ever thought teachers were just there to teach, you are wrong in so many ways
    The days that they've spent correcting and directing a in class movie about students
    Who could not pitch a sale for higher grade for their lives but know how to pitch a tent
    And hormonal girls who cry frequently would be brilliant


    You ask how I know this, I have two parents as teachers, student body preachers
    Who work their butts off for the government leechers
    So when I am not a student at homeroom, I am a student in my room
    Learning not always yearning, reaching the corners yet never turning
    Getting paid yet never earning
    And when you say teachers only know how to teach subjects pertaining to school
    I'll tell you, the most valuable tool is to use my resources and not make a fool out of myself
    As you are doing now
    Because I've been taught indepth concepts about inept prose and texts
    That would baffle you and leave in star dust, like the billions of other sperm that never reached it after sex
    And then I will laugh at you as you wallow in ignorance
    But I'll try not because my parents, my teachers, have taught me better

    We fail to realize how one or several teachers can affect our lives
    I've had to learn to struggle in order to attain a C that meant passing or failing to me
    But it was the most beautiful C- I could have ever conjoured up using the pythagorean theorem
    I've learned the downfall of empires centuries ago that have paved a course in history
    That has shaped society to what is has become now
    Not something I would really like to see
    My teachers, didn't only teach me to write, they taught me to imagine, to construct, to build, to create
    And that I know I can do better, so I'll destroy, deconstruct and obliterate so I can reiterate
    The knowledge in my head onto a piece of paper with coherence and clarity
    Still get a 2 on my AP test and still say "Wow I didn't get a one"
    I've also had teachers and coaches, who have shown me compassion after defeat
    Told me to rise to my feet and learn proper form so I can perform more adeptly
    Learn patience and virtue and great sportsmanship through the whimpering fear of
    A stare of disapproval, a stern statement that has been forever laid into you like a scar
    "Hey, I know you've only been in this class for a couple days, but pay attention and show respect to the class"
    "Yes, uhmm, ok, sorry"
    "Don't say sorry, just fix it."
    "Yessir!!"

    So if you come up to me and tell me how worthless and narrow-minded teachers are
    I will summon all of the knowledge from the processing of my mind
    To smite the common sense and ignorance and leave remnants in its place for you to find
    To condescend a teacher, is to mock the principles that have deliniated the path
    In which a child of nothing has become something
    Because you can't get your PhD, learn your ABC's and count from 1 to 33
    Without teachers who is willing to put up with the shit the world drops on them
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    Jan 11, 2012 8:50 PM GMT
    Nickrolled saidHaven't seen any form of poetry on this site since I joined. I figure it's full of meat heads and adrenaline junkies or something so I'd share something I wrote recently about how I feel towards teachers. Hope you enjoy.

    Feel free to give constructive criticism, I'm hoping to do more on stage spoken word and start some blog...maybe



    I don't think we can realize how much shit teachers have to go through
    I don't think we realize how much credit we fail to give teachers
    I don't think we can truly appreciate a teacher until we have a complete understanding of them and curriculum

    I'm only 18, still kid, not quite a man
    So you may find it hard to believe that I would even understand
    But I've learned a lot from my years of attentively listening to only a tenth of my teachers' whistling whilst whispering
    About boredom while my grades are dwindling
    So imagine where I would be if I paid all of my attention in a dollar bills instead of cents
    Then maybe I could make more sense out of the time I have spent as a student

    Yeah, so like I said, I don't think we give teachers a lot recognition
    Because we have this predisposed cognition that falls into repetition
    In which we believe we and our parents can walk over a teacher without raising our hands for permission
    And when we fail to meet the criteria for our recollection of natural selection
    We go home and complain about "Ugh I hate my teacher, he sucks, he gives me bad grades."
    And our parents goes into overdrive because they've raised an angel
    "So listen up teacher, this is no compromise, my kids an overacheiver and yes, he does strive!"
    No parent, you listen up, before you call your child's teacher and attack them verbally with assault rifles and give em crap
    You beat the crap outta your kids until they tell you that they ceased to pay attention in class
    And that is the reason why their failing in math

    If you ever thought teachers were just there to teach, you are wrong in so many ways
    The days that they've spent correcting and directing a in class movie about students
    Who could not pitch a sale for higher grade for their lives but know how to pitch a tent
    And hormonal girls who cry frequently would be brilliant


    You ask how I know this, I have two parents as teachers, student body preachers
    Who work their butts off for the government leechers
    So when I am not a student at homeroom, I am a student in my room
    Learning not always yearning, reaching the corners yet never turning
    Getting paid yet never earning
    And when you say teachers only know how to teach subjects pertaining to school
    I'll tell you, the most valuable tool is to use my resources and not make a fool out of myself
    As you are doing now
    Because I've been taught indepth concepts about inept prose and texts
    That would baffle you and leave in star dust, like the billions of other sperm that never reached it after sex
    And then I will laugh at you as you wallow in ignorance
    But I'll try not because my parents, my teachers, have taught me better

    We fail to realize how one or several teachers can affect our lives
    I've had to learn to struggle in order to attain a C that meant passing or failing to me
    But it was the most beautiful C- I could have ever conjoured up using the pythagorean theorem
    I've learned the downfall of empires centuries ago that have paved a course in history
    That has shaped society to what is has become now
    Not something I would really like to see
    My teachers, didn't only teach me to write, they taught me to imagine, to construct, to build, to create
    And that I know I can do better, so I'll destroy, deconstruct and obliterate so I can reiterate
    The knowledge in my head onto a piece of paper with coherence and clarity
    Still get a 2 on my AP test and still say "Wow I didn't get a one"
    I've also had teachers and coaches, who have shown me compassion after defeat
    Told me to rise to my feet and learn proper form so I can perform more adeptly
    Learn patience and virtue and great sportsmanship through the whimpering fear of
    A stare of disapproval, a stern statement that has been forever laid into you like a scar
    "Hey, I know you've only been in this class for a couple days, but pay attention and show respect to the class"
    "Yes, uhmm, ok, sorry"
    "Don't say sorry, just fix it."
    "Yessir!!"

    So if you come up to me and tell me how worthless and narrow-minded teachers are
    I will summon all of the knowledge from the processing of my mind
    To smite the common sense and ignorance and leave remnants in its place for you to find
    To condescend a teacher, is to mock the principles that have deliniated the path
    In which a child of nothing has become something
    Because you can't get your PhD, learn your ABC's and count from 1 to 33
    Without teachers who is willing to put up with the shit the world drops on them


    Wow, Nickrolled, this is REALLY GOOD! Wow, that's amazing. Perfect prose, perfect construction....and I definitely agree! Teachers get the most shit nowadays. This is really good, would it be ok if I was to post this on my Facebook? I LOVE this!
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    Jan 11, 2012 8:51 PM GMT
    I'll make sure to give you credit too as well.
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    Jan 11, 2012 8:52 PM GMT
    Jaken saidI'll make sure to give you credit too as well.


    Glad you like it, go crazy!
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    Jan 11, 2012 8:55 PM GMT
    Geeze...gimme a second...for some reason everytime I try to go on my Facebook, I go to this website called "Lundbladh".....so, gimme a second.
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    Jan 11, 2012 9:05 PM GMT
    I wanted to especially say thanks because most people would see how long the writing is and get scared off. Appreciate it!
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    Jan 11, 2012 9:11 PM GMT
    DONE!

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    Jan 11, 2012 10:11 PM GMT
    "There once was a man in Peru
    He fell asleep in a canoo
    He dreamt of Venus
    and played with his penis
    and woke up with a hand full of goo" - Cameron Diaz (The Sweetest Thing)

    I'd turn straight for Cameron icon_twisted.gif