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Hey Teach listen up!


Dear teach listen close cuz I got something to say,

it's been on my mind since just yesterday.

You tease the good kids that don't do stupid crap,

when it's only half the class that ever does that.

You whine when I came in min late,

I never miss a class so please appreciate.

You talk and talk and get off topic quick,

sometimes I'm too bored and rather play with a stick.

It's no joke I'm here to learn and pay for this class,

but to be quite honest I'm tired of your sass.

You always make jokes and make fun all day,

everyone's tired of it and we don't wanna play.

So please let's just learn and not sit around,

I want to learn more and have knowlege all around.

Your smart and yeah you have alot to say,

but save that for after class and just say hey.

Class time is precious and no to waste,

I usually like school but you're giving it a bad taste.

Please don't pick favorites and treat us all the same,

come on that's like you're playing a game.

I felt like I do really well,

so why'd you grade me not so swell.

I tried really hard and did my best job,

so why'd I get a grade like i'm some kind of slob.

Well I love you as a teacher and think you're really great,

so trust this slam wasn't all just hate.

You're insightful too and smart as can be,

you helped me grow in knowledge and I can clearly see.

Your class was really fun and different you know what I mean,

but you probably need a new hair growth cream.

 

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Davidkage
<p>This has a wicked sick flow! I like it!</p>

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