Nice Poem:  Teacher

When I wrote about that bird,
You were silently appalled,
I knew it so don't deny it

You would prefer me to smile
So you could say I was perfect
That I liked school and people

That I didn't feel like a broken winged bird

But I don't want to smile
And I don't like school
And I like people even less

But I'll write you a nice poem anyways.