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Where is the maturity?


My dear professor I apologize for those who laugh, sneer, and snicker 

you must excuse them, their skulls are much thicker

they think because your speech is different 

that you are inadequate and irrelevant

 

When will they grow up?

when will it stop?

it sickens me, I want to throw up 

where is the authority? where are the cops?

 

put these animals away 

lock the door and throw the key

what about their futures? you ask, 

that does not interest me. 

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