Choked Chalks Flying in the Air

Teachers threw all their magic marks
Out of the window and went home
Their starved ears had been patient
Only to become lies' dance-floor
They were the uncarpeted base
In a nightclub of famine and fools
They trooped out, unprepared
And unable to dance to the disco
Of peanuts and pauperisation
Fibs were played as an addition
To the dancing of folly and failings
Their restaurant reserved for none
But hunger, helplessness, and hardships