(This is a fictional poem)

I used to be a teacher who was admired.
But last year I did something that got me fired.
I hit a student because he told me to go to hell.
I got the boot and I also went to jail.
I regret what I did as I sweep the floor.
I can no longer teach so now I'm a janitor.
My student knew which buttons to push to get me annoyed.
He was a jerk but I shouldn't have hit the boy.
My temper was something that I should've controlled.
It was wrong to hit a student who was only thirteen years old.