#ShitYouCantSayToYourTeacher

Fri, 12/06/2013 - 00:53 -- Kea_Tee

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Miss Doctor Professor Mrs. Teacher Mister,

Can I show you how much your class means to me

20 years from now?

Let me get up and walk out the door

Because every second that hangs himself, by his big red hand,

is on my shoulders--not yours;

I was the one that invested in the million little deaths

                                                                           could-be's

                                                                           future possibilities

But the mass murder came at a high price

                                                         1 sec / 1 K

Memo:                                             For a well-rounded brain

In grown-up school, everybody has one

                                 everybody is the same

                                 everybody will do the same things

                                 everybody does well in all things but no more/less than that

yeah.

right.

I know you're not fucking blind

                                                      you see the way 3/4 of the class

                                                                                                                "gets up and walks out the door"

I didn't know you were so fucking numb

                                                      you slash your bloody sword down

                                                                                     and right, twice:                           "F"

                                                                      It looks so typical next to:                    "GEN ED"

Each time I see it, the words muddle into something funny,

                                                                                                        like,

                                                                                                                 "Fuck...my GraDE poiNt avEraGE..."

Tickles me like a pickle, the price

                                                          1 K / an arm and a leg             

Memo:                                               For remembering the 33rd presidents middle name

                                                          Writing a 5 page essay about natural birth vs. hospital births

                                                          Giving a speech about my summer vacation

                                                          How to drop an egg 20 ft. without breaking it

fucking.

hysterical.

That I needed those seconds

for my dreams of becoming a fashion designer

20 years from now?

When I'm finally finished paying off these "deaths"

Can your "F's"

teach me to strut my shit down a fucking runway?

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