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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