Dedicated, with sympathy, to those teachers about to face Cthulhu. Here it speaks in advance of the heavy judgement its presence brings:
An
Inspector Calls.
Prepare your folios, let me my comfort find
Hard words shall fly like dust before the wind
Teachers
maun dae something for their meat
An so maun
inspectors
Cry aa you
want, your tears are wine tae me
Your Dinny kens I hear as music sweet
The
judgement already fated, the report
Your
punishment, my swinging club
And yet, I
deserve your pity
For at that
time when all are judged
We wha judge
are judgit the harshest
The
hypocrite’s H branded on the arse.
HM Stationary Office (Inspector of the HM Inspectors of Education )
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