February 19, 2018
Quit feeding kids your ego. You know that ain’t cool.
Grow up and do your job right, you pompous old fool.
The poor kids who go to you are seeking advice
For their troubles, not flagrant tongue-lashings, old fool.
Not all troubled kids are raging demons who need
To be punished for their “sins,” you senile old fool.
Where do you get off, then, losing your patience with
Them for even the slightest infraction, old fool?
Do you somehow think you’re above acting grown up
And professionally? Because guess what, old fool:
You’re being PAID to help troubled kids move forward
And become productive adults one day, old fool.
That kind of responsibility isn’t one
That anyone should handle lightly, you old fool,
But yet you do, and quite recklessly at that, too,
Not giving a damn ‘bout how your actions, old fool,
Will affect—nay…IMPACT—your clients for years to
Come during the course of their lives, you dense old fool.
Will your conscience be ready for when the other
Shoe drops and the kids you should’ve counseled, old fool,
End up making life worse for themselves or someone
Else in one nasty way or another, old fool?
Perhaps even to the point where they end up in
Jail or—even worse—six feet underground, old fool?
Have you even conscience to care? I highly doubt
That…but hey…best of luck to you in life, old fool,
For you’ll need it when you at last lose your precious
Throne to one far worthier of the job, old fool,
And from then on live in the shame you’ve forged yourself
From your own ignorance and negligence, old fool…
Not to mention your laziness and cowardice
As well—all the tools of which you’ve used, you old fool,
During the course of a career you deserved not,
Nor does anyone with a mood like yours, old fool…
All warped with stereotypes and precognitions
Of those whom you were meant to serve with care, old fool—
Care, wisdom, and respect—all of which you clearly
Lack, hence this diatribe towards you, you old fool,
And I hope you get a kick to the curb, too, for
All the crap you’ve pulled while you had power, old fool—
Power to help establish a better future
For generations down the road to come, old fool.
Ah, but what’s the use? You’re too old now to learn from
The errors of your ways, stupid, senile old fool,
So I guess there’s little point in me chewing you
Up when you’re gladly chewing your own foot, old fool,
So enjoy whatever misery falls upon
You for all the wrong you’ve done. You’ve earned it…old fool!