The Polytheistic Public School
There once was a teacher who thought they were God,
oh wait...that's every teacher the real God ever made.
They think you only have one class and it's theirs.
That you wait eagerly in excitement to hear the homework
In your head you're just thinking please have mercy on me...
But as usual, your teacher thinks they are God.
She assigns a 13 page paper on a book you've only spark noted.
What a coincidence, your history teacher also thinks they're God.
He just assigned an 8 page paper on his favorite president, the all too famous T Jeff
the name he affectionately calls the once president of the United States.
So much for mercy.
Now it's time to fear your next God as you walk to your anatomy class...
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