These computers were made in the 60's,
As for textbooks, I wish you would fix these,
The covers are tattered and torn,
And I think that spot's from where he sneezed.

I've tried and I've tried to get your help,
But you act like my hand is a bad smell,
And you teach at such a fast pace,
That taking notes with you is a race.

And I'd like to say just for the record,
Your bum in my face is unsensored,
And your perfume smells like old mothballs,
And your shushing is making my head hurt.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm stressing,
With your infinite knowlege a blessing,
All I'm asking for is your help,
If you'd slow down and please stop oppressing.