Sh*t I Can't Say to My Teacher

Tue, 10/29/2013 - 12:32 -- Nyvez


There happens to be a list of forbidden words,

It is as if our mouths are spilling turds.

"Turds" happens to be another one of those words.

Why can I not call my teacher a curd?

As if I don’t feel constricted enough,

Now I am forced to formally bluff!

I doubt I will ever be able to express,

Forgive me, for I digress.

Without the freedom of speech,

Which is entitled to us all,

I am rotting like a peach,

That didn’t get picked in fall.


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