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Don't Point Your Finger at Me


Blame it on me,

the student.

All because I can't see

I can't see why you teach;

All you do is preach.

There's never a lesson. 

In one ear and out the other,

is my confession.

Try and call my mother

Blah blah blah is all she will hear

In one ear and out the other.

 

You teach one subject;

I learn seven!

Who's the busy one here?

Your homework is wack;

No ones got time for that!

Yell and scream

Yup.. I put it in the trash !

Waste of time is all it seems..

I just want to go home and crash! 

Good night Sweet Dreams ;)

 

 

 

 

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I've always written poetry. It just comes to me naturally. When I went through a rough patch during middle school writing helped me cope.

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