She goes desk to desk, teacher stalks with intent
That beast it smells food or some books unapproved
Some works run afoul of what she allows
Big reveal band-aid peeled and the teacher is you

Our connection to a thing as good as any wedding ring
It binds and it's for life and weathers any storm that it invites
We’re married by experience to what we love we'll never lose it
Orders from above but you don't have to choose thеm

These friends chеck your mail
Your thoughts
Your hair
Your depth
And your step

These friends check your record
Your phone
Your bank card
Your eyesight
And your hemline

These friends
Police
Your views
Intent
And mood
They sure do a lot
What can these people do for you?

These friends they kill
Your goals
Your drive
Drag you down
To where they thrive

These friends they will
Contort
And bend
To condemn
Your life’s work

These friends they still
Won't admit
What they miss
They have nothing
And they'll share it

What can these people do for you?