You are wrong
You are dead
dead
dead
dead
dead
WRONG!
Your analysis of Shakespeare
is
appalling
Your idea’s of Bradbury are
sickening.
Your methods
are atrocious
your grammatical lessons
are enough to bore
the paint drying
on
the
wall.
I am offended
as a four time
state champ
in both writing,
prose
expository
and Shakespearean acting
your teaching offends
you assume that I am wrong
about analysis of character
about writing techniques
about how essays should
be worded
offends the wonderful
brilliance that you attempt
to suppress inside me.
I am right
I am
100
100
100
100 percent right
You cannot deny the fact that
you are wrong
and I am
right.
You may be the teacher
but I am the experienced
I live this
every day

Recitation of Prose
character analysis
discussion of purpose
are my life.
You sit behind a desk
and read your little notebook
and scribble your little notes
and pretend to care
and to know.
Put away the facade,
for Gods sake
give up.
we know you are wrong
and-
if I may be frank
it p***es us off
that you assume your rank
as
head of the class
makes you smarter than me.
It doesn’t.
You may be older
but I am fifty times the wiser
and you are wrong
you are dead
dead
dead
dead
dead
WRONG!
And I am right.