Anecdotal evidence
Suggests more retired teachers
Are coming back as adjuncts,
The return of the repressed.
I spot one lurching across
A rainy morning parking lot,
Hunchbacked and limping to work,
Muttering, a course, a course,
My dignity for a course.
Maybe I imagined that.
A teacher is not a king
About to die in battle.
A teacher is a lost thing
Kings prefer to war without.
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