Mr. Grey

Hey Mr. Grey,

I’d always thought you were gay.

Being forced to go to your class every day,

Having the urge to run away.

Constantly losing my paperwork and giving me the blame.

Giving everyone F’s making us feel ashamed.

Having no other choice but to stay.

Looks like I’m going to be forced to suffer either way.

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