All Bottled Up
Location
Irritating and annoying,
Describes the horror of your class.
I can barely stand you,
And quite frankly you smell like bass.
You give me all this homework,
Aware that I don’t care.
Yet you still expect me to do it,
But I only add to your grey hair.
How do you expect me to learn,
When I can’t read your chicken scratch?
But then I get in trouble,
For asking “What the hell is that?”.
A duck or a plane,
I just don’t understand.
How is all of this relevant?
Or is it an evil master plan?
I know you really hate me,
And I’ve given you a reason why.
You’re mean and old and stinky
And all you do is cry.
You whine and complain
About how you hate your job.
Why don’t you get a new one,
And stop being an annoying blob.
All these things I wish
I could say to your putrid horrid face
But I’m paying for this class,
So I have to rest my case.
No matter how I despise you,
How much I dread your class,
I really need it to graduate,
So hopefully I will pass.