A poem by Frank Van Zant

To The School Superintendent, Proud Father Of A Boy And Two Girls, Such A Family Man That He Once, I Am Told, Took A Week Off After His Wife's Grandmother's Death, Wife's Grandmother, And Who, Hypocrite Administrator, Memoed The Entire District That No Employee Will Be Allowed To Bring Children For Visits Or Otherwise, Citing The Clear And Obvious Conflict Of Interest Against The Children Of The District, And Who Missed The Best Lesson I Ever Taught When I Handed My Baby To A Boy In My Class, A Ninth Grade Tough Who Held Him Safe And Snuggling

What anger is left, sir, after shaking my perplexed head a thousand times rejecting this legalistic bombastic crap, I give to rip your stupid Xeroxed-on-a-district-machine Christmas card.