The Hopeless Professor

When you came in late

You filled me with hate

 

With test still not graded

My hope for humanity has faded

 

I’d call you an over paid clown

Expect for the fact you make me frown

 

You’re a teacher

Not a preacher

 

You may complain that Obama is president

However, I am a failing resident

 

With 5 weeks to go

I’ll only falling deeper in the hole

 

The stress of the course is causing my mind to bend

I can only say I’ll be excited when we reach the end

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