Chem-Is-Try
Professor, oh professor
You're overqualified
This job you have is just full of your self indulgent pride
Are you really teaching,
Or growing your ego?
How can you sit around and smile as you watch my grades go?
Professor, oh professor
Im underclassified
These lectures of yours leave my mouth dry
This class just taught me how to get by
Never to understand what, or why
Forget asking questions
Your mocking voice blares
It causes infections
Ones that swell my eyes and ears
It's no longer learning
Educated, a joke
My focus is burningThis class is a hoax
So professor, oh professor
Pull your hoodwinks
Professor, oh professor
This is what your student thinks.
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