Stuff You Can't Say to Your Teacher
Of days when I have forced my will
To school, and kept myself so still,
And haven't uttered cries of grief,
Of your incompetent relief -
Deriving from your lack of skill,
In the ability to feel
The absence of your discipline,
And your approach towards citizens
Of future, who will be blamed
For their incompetent attempts
In bettering the lives of those
Struggling with teachers' wrath.
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