Oh teacher, Oh teacher, what must I say

This work that you give;

Causes too much dismay.

 

When I get home this is what I do,

I curse to the Heavens, “Oh f you!”.

Now it is time to settle down,

Start this algebra with a great big frown.

 

Why do I need math? I don’t understand,

I just want to sing in a hot rock band!

Countless hours I spend trying to find x;

Wait! There you are… great what’s next…

 

Now this problem awaits as I near towards the end,

Oh no… this problem will transcend.

Yes! I am almost done!

Yet the clock strikes one (in the morning)

 

I can’t stand your laugh

Or then again, any of the staff

You all make me tear

But hey, I’m outta here next year!