Why are some so successful peddling pedagogy
with advice that is like Instagram poetry?
A mix of truisms, oldies, and basic tips,
is this really what we are going to be stuck with?
The same things, over and over and over,
I crash from idealism to stone cold sober.
Where is the challenge?
Does this rhyme with orange?
Never mind, back to basics,
just make it a bloody remix.
What is my purpose, moving this role,
into which I pour heart, mind and soul?
I am frustrated being stuck
in a structure that sucks
the lifeblood out of excitement,
as long as we can prove fucking constructive alignment!
This poem was submitted as part of the LSE HE Blog’s Poetry Amnesty.
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