Turn Your Talent to Teaching

As you sit on the tube

And casually glance at this expired gloss

Reading: turn your talent to teaching,

Take a minute to question this annual sum.

And think of the boy who came in with bruises.

Or the girl who started far too early,

pressured,

And instead of condoms got cervical cancer.

And James who used to cut himself

And revelled in his burliness.

Somewhere between those lines they leave something out.

Ultimately, we leave our institutes only to return,

Except this time scarred, less educated and unclean.

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