The Teacher

The Teacher
by Eamon Joseph McCarthy
I drive to school and think of
the bullshit advisor reports
that are self-serving to the teachers
who are liars and who
don’t teach.
And I get to school.
And need to listen to the one directive,
the only one, from the
Academic Dean:
Make sure to give a test for summer reading.
And then I drive home.
And find another excuse,
to read what I want,
write in my journal,
and drink.