I teach each minute trying to reach the deadline.
I speak as fast as an exxon oil spill leaks on seals.
I send the message, bend time but never get to the end
no matter how splendid I try.
I seek to share knowledge, I dare to forage outside
the dull material porridge.
No thanks, my drive´s on empty tanks, is it a dead horse
that my gesturing hand spanks?
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