Maybe, Just Maybe...

Normally, between techer and student, there is a wall

A strained relationship, one absent in Mr. Young's AP Lit,

Thus, there's not really much I can't say at all,

But there is something between us, I'll admit

Something small

Listening to your lectures, it's obvious you're quite smart

But you annoyingly overanalyze every piece of art

How the subject of every poem is love I cant see

And I don't understand how vegetables are the metaphyscial conceit

I mean no disrespect Mr Young

Your wisdom of literature is indeed strong

But what I can't tell you, and the times this happens are few

But sometimes, you're wrong