Once again I sit at your glance,
Your look puts me in a trance,
My peers behind me stay silent and blank,
May I object to your highnesses desk?
You ask us questions everyday,
We don't know the answer,
You yell while we stay quiet..
Can you just shut up already?
We always have to hear your critiques
And the teacher's pets kiss your ass.
Pop Quiz- Sin, Cot, Where is the limit?
JUST SHUT UP!!!!!
I wish you could be knocked off your high horse.
You fail so many students,
And I'm one of them!
I'm a senior in high school and I have to make up Trig.
Lucky for you I'm going to West LA.
So have a good life and one more thing,
I object to any of your objections.