Ink drips on lined paper
Whilst eyes flick to times keeper,
Then back down again,
Back to the work which binds them.
This work occupies their Mondays to Fridays,
Rest on the Sat and anxiousness on the Sun
They hate it, but it do it all the same,
For fear of failing the Teach
And disappointing the Guardian
Scares them so.
They hate it all,
But do it all the same.
