Teacher’s Had Enough

by Nick Gisburne

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So teaching is the most rewarding thing?
I’d like to slap the scumbags saying that
Or stitch their lying cake holes up with string
It’s turned me alcoholic, and my cat
If I could jam the children in a jar
I’d whack it up a wolverine’s wazoo
And then I’d show you every mental scar
You’d think it couldn’t possibly be true
I need to burn these books and go to bed
The cat will lick its balls and watch me cry
“But this is how the future works,” they said
Another year of this? I’d rather die
    Within this prison, homeschool, I am held
    But teacher’s had enough - you’re all expelled

Homeschool Science for All Ages

by Nick Gisburne

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You cannot stir a kitten with a spoon
It doesn’t come with buttons, it’s a sheep
There isn’t any custard on the moon
A bag of sunlight? Very, very cheap
I’m pretty sure the internet is wrong
Just poke it in the flipper with a pen
Your magnets may be sticky or too strong
We need to turn it off and on again
Is that a proper radiation suit?
I need to know what turned your brother brown
Just tell me why I need a parachute
And why is this contraption counting down?
    It’s time for adult science to begin:
    A darkened room and half a pint of gin

Government Guidelines: COVID-XL

by Nick Gisburne

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The fever finds a home in every throat
It claws and clings to each infected lung
The eyes begin to bleed, the organs bloat
The sinews of the limbs become unstrung
The skin is soon a loose and leprous bag
Infection starts to gather in its folds
Each tortured breath a shallow, gasping drag
The torso crusts with decomposing moulds
The viscera, distended, stretch and tear
Their septic fluids thicken with decay
The brain boils in a sludge of bone and hair
The heart pumps what is left of life away
    If symptomatic you will not survive
    Be ready when the cleansing crews arrive

Corona

by Nick Gisburne

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We sail our makeshift vessels to the sun
To purge the burning sickness from our souls
In ignorance the madness has begun
A curse no science sifted from the scrolls
The fever rips at reason, plagues the mind
Tormented visions infiltrate our eyes
The worst of us, convulsing, driven blind
In panic fight the fearful for supplies
The dead lie cold, the living linger on
And none will dare to touch his fellow man
The past we sailed away from may be gone
But we will find a future if we can
    A sinister corona crowns the sun
    It burns us, but we do what must be done