I surely must be mad

Or out of my God damn mind

Because I’m going to bring to your attention

What I’m thinking at this time

The class is called “Child Psychology”

We’re here to learn their psychological ways

So please give me ten good reasons

Why I feel like I’m in the third grade

Pipe cleaners! Glue sticks!

And colored papers galore!

After class you wouldn’t release us

Until we picked up the floor

I’m seventeen, not seven,

So you must be fucking insane

To think I would want to waste my time

Making an educational board game

You’re sweet and you’re young,

So we’ve cut you some slack

But since we made paper bag turkeys for Thanksgiving

I’m asking for it back

I’m not maturing, I’m not learning

I’m getting more pissed off each day

Because I simply do not understand

The ridiculous things you say

“Power clap”, “Classroom norms”,

“Don’t read ahead”, “Don’t talk”, “Don’t touch”

Why not actually teach third grade

Since you want to boss us around so much?

How are we supposed to mature

And learn how to act older

When you’re constantly and unceasingly

Looking over our shoulders

I see what you’re trying to accomplish,

I really, truly do

But I‘d probably learn more about child psychology

If it weren’t taught by you