LEMONS

ON MAY 15TH 2014 I BID MY SCHOOL ADIEU. NOW TO YOU TEACHERS HERE ARE SOME THINGS I NEVER GOT TO SAY TO YOU. YOUR BREATH SMELLS LIKE CRAP. YOUR BODY IS STRAIGHT MUSTY. YOUR TEETH ARE YELLOW AND YOUR SHOES ARE DUSTY. YOUR CLASS IS BORING. YOUR CLASS SMELLS LIKE RIPE BOOTY AND FEET. YOUR TEACHING AND THE SMELL IS LIKE KNOCKOUT GAS PUTTING US ALL TO SLEEP. YOU A JUST A BORE AND SUCH A DRAG. HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT OUR LIFE WHEN YOUR SON IS A FAG? YOU GIVE US WORK UP TO OUR NECKS? WATCH US ALL SIT BACK AND TEXT. YOU TELL US LIFE STORIES ABOUT HOW YOUR CHILDREN ARE WAY BETTER THAN US. BUT YOU NEVER TOLD THE STORIES OF HOW YOUR DAUGHTER GOT CAUGHT HAVING SEX ON THE BUS, IN THE GYM, IN THE BOYS LOCKER ROOM, THE JANITORS' CLOSET, AND THE BOYS' BATHROOM. SO TO ALL YOU TEACHERS THAT FEEL ABOVE US OR BETTER OR PERFECT OR WHATEVER. TAKE YOUR STORIES, HOMEWORK, AND LESSONS AND SHOVE WHERE THE SUN DON'T SHINE. BECAUSE YOUR CLASS IS IN MY PAST I SAY GOOD BYE AND KISS MY ASS. ISN'T THIS A LOVELY POEM I HAVE WRITTEN FOR YOU READ IT TO YOUR KIDS AND TELL THEM SUCK BALLS TOO!!!!!!!!