Kids sit down for a spell
as I have a story to tell
I'll try to sum up what's been happening in my life
that's giving me so much strife
like a boy forced to cut would with a butter knife.
It all starts with multiple tests
to show who's the best
that allows my anger to manifest
Let's talk about Mrs. Pre-Calculous
that makes math so meticulous
about the numbers, and graphs that get into your subconscious.
"I'm going to have a baby,"
I DON'T CARE LADY
you've been acting so shady
you should have taken a sabbatical maybe
sorry, but I just don't act like this daily.
I feel like a jaded man that stayed too long headlining bad show-biz,
let's talk about how you build your quiz
which you expect us to go through it and hear the papers go whiz
Right after a test the first day of the week,
you talk about a quiz, the words comes to my head like a horrible shriek,
like the kids who go to a bedroom to peek
to find something so shocking that they just can't speak
I'm telling you, I must be some poor teenaged bloke,
because just like the young kid to the old folk
or like my Algebra II teacher, I take you as a joke.
Your tests are so messed up
like taking a sup
of unicorn blood with a human bone cup
I know I'm not so darn reasonable
because it's almost to time to stifle my anger because it won't be seasonable
but your actions are just not feasible.
I wish I can say it in front of your face and press my face to your nose
but instead I have to take it, and after class say "This blows."
I guess I have to take care of my anger with a doze.
Let me be the student preacher
while the parents and the young scholars take their seats in the bleachers
and tell a story about crappy teachers.