I am deep fried and unhealthy.
There are about 20 pieces of me.
Slowly… but surely
I get gobbled up
one by one.
until I’m dead.
I’m kind of a metaphor for life, and how students often eat away their teachers until they’re dead. until there’s no piece of their soul left, their idealistic vision of how education works, faced with the reality of what kids want.
It’s strange, kids are just like adults. The popular kids are the mean ones. When people are nice, they are boring and forgettable.
And just like that, I’m a chicken wing that will be forgotten away as soon as I’m flushed down the toilet.
