O’ Teacher My Teacher
There is something interesting about
predictable learning
and by interesting
I mean funny
There is something funny about
learning that is measured out in teaspoons
with timeframes
with walls
and by funny
I mean laughable
Isn’t it ironic that we teach in such
predictable ways when life is
anything but
and by ironic
I mean cruel
After all don’t they already do what we least expect?
Playing with what the toy was wrapped in
with the box not what’s inside it like
fairies in the doctor’s surgery with
thermometer wands and
lab coat capes
because isn’t it just the purest
magic when you make a game your own
and by game
I mean life
In Nepal the mountains are mothers
and why can’t that make sense
because don’t we learn from open spaces
and isn’t there more to life than being human
and by life
I mean play
“Yes of course you’re
welcome to stay
in
but
no you can’t go out”
You see my esteemed colleague,
The thing about cotton wool babies
is that they become cotton wool adults
and isn’t it hard to grow up
when you’ve always been tied down?
It’s impossible to find the answer
when you’re not allowed to look
it’s impossible to know the answer
when you’re not told the problem
and no one solves a problem
when you just hand them the answer
Isn’t it cruel that we tell them what is right
in a world that isn’t black and white
in a world that we’ve made
wrong
and by cruel
I mean interesting
and by interesting
I mean funny
and by funny
I mean laughable
but
we’re not really laughing
are we?
