Bubble

Oh you selfish, evil vile,
How dare you walk the sexy walk?
How can you look straight and smile?
Then make a hue and cry, for when he gawks?

You tempt him, and enchant him,
Then don't obey his every whim?

You seduce, invite, with your naughty eyes,
Then reject him? Oh such utter lies

His innocent gaze YOU assault,
By casually walking by,
Then you blame him for the fault,
When he pounces, and you deny?

You tempt him by your mere existence,
Causing him such trouble,
You should have stayed behind the fence,
And not broken out of your bubble.

Teachers

Molded futures, shaped lives,
Seen it all, with keen eyes,
Vulnerability, and the white lies,
All knowing, seeing, being wise

Thoughtful gestures, infused within,
Teaching, keeping high our chin,
As we fight with our yang and yin,
Stand behind us, our next of kin

Taught building an eternity,
Of memories and possibility,
Understanding our taciturnity,
Backing up each uncertainty

Without a word, they understand,
Our futures with our tiny selves they planned,
Experienced our failures first-hand,
Yet never let us leave our dreamland

We stand today, each arrived,
With us, for it, they had strived,
In our minds forever reside,
And teach generations, satisfied.