Inferno’s Echo

. One more class, one more fake smile, One more student shitting bile. One more “Oops my mic’s not working,” As I lose my will in style. I once dreamed of teaching meaning... Now I pray for just one screening — Of me flipping off the screen and Yeeting Zoom into the sea. Do I care? Nope, not a bit. I just picked my nose and spit. I might draw a penis later On the chat box just for wit. One more kid eats a balloon, One more dad walks by half-n**e. Mom is cooking in the frame, While they blame me for being rude. One more day, we sell our soul. One more day of “great control!” While we teach the goddamn numbers, Kid’s twerking in a bowl. Turn your cam on, check your stats! Track each click and praise their cats. If they fart — applaud the effort. Then upsell ten booster packs. One more time, I’ll fake delight, While I Google “jobs with less spite.” As the child licks his own tablet, I just whisper, “This ain’t right…” Why’s my child still dumb as shit? You’ve had TWELVE whole weeks with it! Also — can you teach him fencing? And some Latin? And some grit? One more day to act alive, One more scream of “Five! That’s five!” One more puppet show at midnight, As we cry into our chai. One more “Hi” and then I vanish — Mute myself to play with hamsters. Teacher’s saying “What’s that number?” I’m just shouting “BALLS!” and “BANANAS!” One more class, I’ll lose my shit! One more “Great job” I must spit! One more slide of d**d-eyed phonics While they scream into a pit! I want Harvard. I want Yale. Fix my kid who eats his tail. Also — could you do some phonics While he’s pooping in a pail? Smile through suffering. Log the time. If they burp, that’s still a sign! Don’t forget to film your lesson — We own your soul by design. Welcome back to LingoAce, Where your dreams come to erase. Rate yourself a ten or higher — Or we’ll “pause” you just in case. Smile through glitches, praise their pet, Chug your Red Bull, feel regret. Your reward’s a digital badge — And a nervous breakdown