Mehta

Teach me something, don’t read the screen.

I’m craving for knowledge, but all I can do is daydream.

 Biology is not a simple subject, yet you lecture, as this is simple rubbish.

Dehydration synthesis, what does that mean?

We ask questions and you just refer back to the screen.

Your sarcastic undertone is such a joke,

How dare you be upset with us when your lesson is a hoax?

Talk about catfish in real life,

I intended to learn and instead ended up in strife.

We need to read the textbook? Oh please,

Someone needs to take away your PHD.

Doctorate degree, how fucking fancy

Too bad it’s just a piece of paper that doesn’t come in handy.

Professors are supposed to profess their knowledge,

Yet I am baffled how you even made it through college.

I am not perfect, no one is

At least I don’t stand in front of a room and pretend in front of a room of kids.

Young adults much rather, this isn’t kids play

Only if you would understand that and not teach in that way.

 

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