Haters not Educators
Me playing football ended my sophomore year
The events surrounding the cause are still unclear
I had developed a tumor on the back of my skull
To which my coach subjected me to very much bull
I told him to quit acting so ridiculous
He saw me as very conspicuous
My parents made an appointment with a neurologist
But he acted as though I needed a gynecologist
He was supposed to be my mentor and educator
Instead he turned out to be just a hater
Not only was my education hindered on the grass
It was also neglected in the class
My math teacher wasn’t very bright
I suppose he really didn’t know wrong from right
Instead of teaching he would flirt
He always aimed to see up the girls' skirts
He would never give the girls a late
But towards the guys he would always hate
He would always think with his other head
And due to this his class I would dread
My skin would crawl when he acted this way
His actions continued from day to day
I thought he was supposed to be an educator
But turned out he was just a hater
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