My Teacher screwed my Aunt.
13 years have passed.
To the day I walked into class.
He was tall, thin and bald.
She was young, thick, a nerd.
He read her poetry and drove her home.
She dyed her hair and looked as young as she could.
My grandparents where thilled.
He was a sexist
She was young and stupid.
He was a republican.
She was a willing peice of skin.
Needless to say, they went all the way.
Graduation day came.
Leita was her name.
My aunt came out-- (As a lesbian that is)
He went in
To prison of course.
Shes a counselor for rape victims.
A ear for bullied children.
She helps the poor, the sick, those without the ability to help themselves.
And hes a teacher... The same class, the same room....
Now I have to deal with him.
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