Ode to a Teacher - JLG Clift

Facist swine
that
takes my wants
to wine and dine
doesn't have
to strive to
get what I
could never
afford
hoardes
everything
I ever
wanted


he keeps
them
in vaults

vaults that
run in
spirals down
Number 10
down his storage
towers above us
in every
poster
roars
in every
speech

But I've
 met him
looked down
at him
heard his
speech tumble
in
mumbles from
trembling lips

'Don't Hurt Me'
he stutters
in mutters

I wish I had