I had a teacher who used attempted ignorance embarrassment
To try and kick the back row out of class
And I think her admission was something like
The fucking statistic of back row kids.
It was statistics, and we had different numbers on a group assignment
So how the fuck could we even know which one of us
Was the impossibly right, and wrote it on the board.
Don’t you think a college level professor would just say it straight up?
She was so obviously discriminating
Her own perfect classroom, was her vision.
Like, I guess you didn’t understand me at all,
Or support her immorally.
I don’t need your shitty slum job.
I live and shit in one daily.
This aids to my clinical depression
People say “get happy”
By getting drunk
When all it depresses me more
That there’s no fucking ganja store
The most I know how to do
Is love on the scale of infinity
And I heard your remarks
Don’t welcome me back folks
It’s all just your own corruption
That leads you down the road of cancer
Yeah, they all thought of you
As that dirty bitch
Who couldn’t even mind her cunt mouth
And dear president sir
I would think my expressed concern
Would lead you to a unsummized belief
Maybe you were in on it
Maybe you guys support the intention
And to my face upheaval.
I can no longer support
With the billions of earnings I have to put
To make it all fair
For the start and end of the trail.
I guess my 100 credits
MIGHT APPLY ELSEWHERE.
(I’m trying out for growroom college)
like any princessy bitch in this place
would see to it and HAVE me.