No Going Back

Give a bag to the homeless out on their ear.
Your smile as false as teeth with a veneer.
As your care for others is dead and gone.
That is if you ever had it beating all along.
Cause your expression says we are all beneath you.
Not much more than lambs to slaughter to feed you.
Sad state you occupy if you believe us lesser.
And you dare to label yourself a professor.
When only thing I see is a bitter old pill.
Too busy wanting to squawk and shrill.
Wasted sack of skin snarling with no teeth.
You departing would be the perfect relief.
From one of many issues blocking progress.
If you had your way we would regress.
Travel back to an age of simplicity.
Better read as outdated and an antiquity.
Meant to be viewed but never used.
Yes I’m aware you would refuse.
But jokes on you the clock won’t go back.
Time moves forward and that is that.