I climbed upon a hill in Washita
Where danger lurked with much sublime
To wonder at my life in awe.
I feared not danger, nor the crime
As I was born at danger's gate
Beholding danger all the time.
My brilliant powers just couldn't wait
To confront the dangers so intimate
And live the life that was my fate.
I lived a life at a dangerous rate
The fact of this, made Cec jealous
And thus he lied to compensate.
The kids I taught were criminals zealous
Each had a gun, a knife and bat,
To bash me, these evil fellas.
Each day for me was pure combat.
Discourse was not a viable option,
As I played the part of an acrobat.
I had no time to teach education,
For my life was spent in danger
Dodging bullets and extinction.
Each day I awoke to face the anger,
Of kids you planned to have my funeral
From papers cuts or a thrown eraser.
To show them I am a fearless lib'ral,
Each night I lock my doors up tight
Living life in my danger cultural.
So if you dare question my game
I'll show why danger is my name.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
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