Death of a teachers pet. (Dactyilic Hexameter)
When the thought came from the leaders mind solving the line tears of joy cried loud.
Poetic irony found within classroom wide. Animals and Pets
Cheered the whole hearted affair seen from back seats of clouds high up lost
Lost to the pain of dark inadequacy. Some taken back to their youth.
Some unable to quench their thirst caned the caged souls that now crunch unnerved truth
This be where Pets are more fragile and can be taken. Their minds not given turns
Forced to run far from all pain to be conceived. Known pain cannot be
Harmful if dealt with perfectly through belief and trust. We know we can learn.
But all these Pets set forth tackling the teachers love. without them, could
Teachers love brawn as apposed to their brains. They instigate my hate.
Sucking up pretentious and unappealing. The pet is too obscene and vain
Stomach it yourself but I cannot be apart of this charade anymore.
Student and Teacher alike must allow for the forgotten, law.
Do I have pleasure in asking to be granted passage on their same train
Shackles and chains will not hold me, I will pass through find the right door
Decision/ together knife and hand death of the Pet, won’t wait, Go!
Chemistry, Biology or such lessons these pets are found Kill
Yes I will! Kill all the pets I hence discover. hesitate? Not I!
Cannot believe they are set loose on Teachers this way, cannot for/give
Teacher discretion is too Faulted in here. Galvanized longing to feel wanted.
Jealousy true enough but should I give in to Pets of untruthful love.
Well the hour, too late now, found what I for so long fished for, no less here
Classroom located in depth pain to be plunged out of soul I give to devils
How can you gain joy from killing like killers do Torn pleasure you rebel
Pets are all dead, from my blade it drips, blood they are Killed but not enough
