I really don't like you
Dear teacher,
I guess its been I while since I’ve talked about you,
How are things going? Have you yet died of flu?
I really do hate the sight of you and all your pettiness,
Like come on! Grow up and stop giving us stress!
I’ll admit, I was a bit harsh last time,
But I still wish upon your death because thats the person i’m,
I really want to snap your neck in half,
Trust me, it would be a jolly old laugh,
I can just imagine hearing that crack,
Would sound like me after carrying this laptop on my back,
Or maybe I should be nice and let you decide,
Even though you are petty and have way too much pride.
Thank you for that dry ass award you gave me,
Could you not be any less tight or not make me a nominee,
Seriously what did I do to deserve this,
I’m not being modest, I’m worried for my dear life miss,
Don’t bribe me with your stuff cause i’m not interested,
And if you keep on going, you will get to see that I am twisted,
I’ve got to go now because unlike you I have a life,
I’ll probably be back soon with a knife,
So have fun grading our work,
Like a sad little jerk,
Farewell and goodbye.
If we don’t speak again I hope its cause you’ve died.
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