When thinking of things I shouldn’t say

To teachers to tell them my feelings

I purse my lips to hold back thoughts

And roll my eyes to the ceiling

 

If I could tell you how I feel

About how your torture my soul

I would let you know that you’re dreadful

And frankly you look like a troll

 

You call yourself a teacher

Yet you don’t know how to teach

I could learn better from an infant

Or possibly a leech

 

Here’s a positive thought

You don’t entirely suck

Sometimes you bring me candy

But most of the time, no such luck

 

So to conclude my feelings

I simply want to say

You’re getting really old

Quick tip: retire today