(1979) Abogado constitucionalista. Profesor de estudios políticos e internacionales desde 1998 (UC, UNESR, UCV, USM). Colaborador de medios internacionales (Inglés, Portugués, Italiano) Escritor en prensa. Colaborador en tv internacional

jueves, 1 de noviembre de 2012

The Plot


For the students of  english as a foreign language

Written by: Jesús Silva R.

This is the story of a real plot;
Good and evil, have fought a lot.
The meanest ladies, wear a disguise;
Fools bite the apple, of paradise.

At the University, criminals grow;
Evelish brilliance, starts to glow.
Corruption touches, almost each student;
Teachers get spotted, if they're not prudent.

I found a swimmer, reading my books;
Naomi Cambell, had her same looks.
The Devil hidden, behind green eyes;
She was a menace, seemed to be nice.

She well reminded me, of a pole dancer;
Who was my student, but had no answer.
Her best performance, paper in blank;
She was disastrous, in every exam.

Swimming and pole dance, would generate;
Similar actresses, with mascarade.
One exact conduct, for only one aim;
Wreck your own teacher, he'll give you a ten.

They smiled at me, I never trusted them;
They tried to flirt, but I avoided them.
Right then I knew, what their plan was;
To steal a ten, and easily pass.

Their strategy was blocked,
And they got so mad,
Failed every test,
Their skills were  bad.

They thought of extortion, as the solution;
The perfect crime, was their illusion.
Pin conversations, flirt on the chat;
Threat the professor! Fake a sex act!

Tell everybody, also authorities;
He is a communist, with sex priorities.
Say he demands, sex intercourse;
It's the only way, to pass his course.

And even though, you cannot prove it.
Untill the end, you will assure it.
You want to scare, this helpless guy;
Make him give a ten, go trample his pride.

Beauty Queens have great support,
Old men as fans, in Supreme Court.
Teachers can't fight, queens' curves and humps;
If they want to live, they must give up.

And dancing under, gun bullet rain;
As innocent teacher, I endured the pain.
But I didn't cry, I gave no ten.
For the next semester, "repeat again".

Those were final words, I said to them.
And now nobody, believes in them.
The case was closed, they were defeated;
Blackmailing had lost, teacher was acquitted.

So for the next time, you think of traps,
Remember well; lies never last.
And If you hurt, someone inferior;
You'll see in the end, they'll be superior!