To the speeding lecturer
Like the cheetah in the jungle
your nature is running
Albeit with your mouth
Perhaps, hot yam is pressed against your tongue
speeding across the pages of the book
my pen is restless
numb with pain of trying to keep up
with the parade of your word
'come again' sir?' "hmm" "na wa o"
echoes across the hall
But like the black faced old bat
you are deaf to the sound
Old fashioned
Sticking to old notes
the same used by my grannies in college
now i know why you are a profesor
you taught them all
with the same old note
Forever speeding, never explaining...
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