Ode To My High School Teachers

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Back of the Class Nation
United States

Dear adults who ruined some of the best days of my life,

Oh why must I be made to complete your work?

For you, the degree holder, you don't know my strife.

Do you not understand that you made me go berserk?

It is you who took away my happy days

It is you who took away my freedom

It is you who put me in a haze

It is you who put me down, beaten.

Thank you so much for giving me a grade A education.

Sincerely, The president of the back of the classroom nation

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