We sit in our broken, hair pulling desks all day

Just waiting for a teacher to say

"Let's just not have class today"

But of course it never happens

Teachers drill you with homework

While we wonder why Miley Cyrus thinks she can twerk

And you want to just stab the freshman behind you with a dirk

But you would go to jail if you did 

Teachers only ever see what you do wrong

Never the slutty girl with the visible thong

Or the pervert talking about his shlong

They only see you when you check the time on your phone

Only when the moon is blue

Do you get a teacher or two

That have a good view on who

Their students really are

They treat their students fairly

And they barely

Ever so rarely

Do they call you out on nothing

They tell that slutty girl to pull up her pants

And tell that pervert to stop talking about his future girl's implants

That one teacher that actually gives you compliments

But understands that Miley can't twerk

Teachers like that are rare

And they are pretty fair

But they still don't let you swear

...Who needs swearing anyway!