When I needed satisfaction I reached for a Snickers
When I felt like a tyrant I reached for the scissors

To cut Shannon's locks in the 5th grade
Almost chopped off half of one of two braids

My Teacher had noticed mouth open no words
He scoped out us boys like some kind of perv

Rubbing our backs standing next to his desk
The whole damn thing an uncomfortable mess

I thought what a nice teacher I could cut Shannons hair
My teacher lowers his spectactles waving index in air

Testing my teacher I opened the shears
Winding him up by spinning his gears

His gears
His temper

A test
A dare

I snip off a little of Shannon's wheat hair!

Now shannon screams tears out her eyes as she cries
The teacher jumps up yelling, "Mr. Miskofski! why!?"

"Why would cut off Shanons hair?!"
Mr. J you rubbed my asss so I just didn't care

I wondered what kind of teacher would step out of line
Us boys were not safe when parents left us behind

At schools
Bus stops

I could not concentrate
Try to learn a thing from a teacher you hate

Two years later in English I leaned over to Shannon
I said "Sorry for cutting your hair. I was a loose cannon."




IDENTITY PROTECTION DISCLAIMER: My teacher's name is not used to protect his identity. My teacher never stepped out of bounds more then rubbing his hand on my gluteous maximas. Just for the record.

I have this overwhelming Need to ((( Hug )))) you

yea huh??!! lol


and to say you aught to be a rapper

I read this last night, I couldn't comment at the time as it disturbed me deeply.It still disturbs me deeply but it was well written and expressed.

((((sweet J))))

And that teacher ought to be prayed for heavily...

No that wasn't my first thought but God teaches us otherwise...

{{{{Jason}}}}