The Depression of Physics
Your classroom is cold
You make me so bored
I just want sleep
But you make me just weep
Don't give me the creep
With the talk of your life
And the talk of your wife
you make me so stress
Because your a mess
You taught me to cook
You can't read a book
You should just admit
And we'll all benefit
You will sleep
And we won't weep
At the heard of your voice
Because we will rejoice
You make me so mad
When you don't understand
You try teach
But you can't reach
The level is so high
That you can't supply
Please!!
Before I decease,
Just wanted to say
Get out of my way!!
I go to school to learn
But I only yearn
To learn about physics
That's all I want to do!!
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