Hey You Teacher


Hey you teacher standing in the front of the class room. You make me want to stand up and smack you with a dirty broom. You speak the words i really do not understand. But when i raise my hand or stand, You tell me that i should go sit down in my chair and also tell me that you dont care. Hey you teacher telling me that i have a test tomorrow, i immedietly began to feel sorrow. How the HELL am i supose to take a test when i didnt learn a single thing. I swear when i get older im going to find you and hit you in the head, PING! Hey you teacher grading my paper, go easy will ya i did my best taking your stupid test. Hey you teacher that i see on the street, make sure your bring protection cause my fingers are itching to beat. 

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