Allow me to clear my throat first
Fuck you, English Teacher, with the same capital F
You gave me on that paper you refused to accept
I know my ABCs and my punctuation
But you still try to fail me, with your accent that sounds like bad Jamaican
But I walked across that stage at graduation
With a C- and from your look I could tell you were hatin'.
To that one Math teacher, who failed my EVERY test
Kiss my ass and I know you're upset
With the way life turned out, you ex-Navy vet
You couldn't hold me back. Hurrah!
Now you say THAT with your chest
And to that gym coach who kills the skinny guy's dreams
By making him run laps with the football team
Spit in my face one more time when you say a word that starts with a P
And I'll make sure you'll have a couple balls popped, if you know what I mean.
Middle finger to the science teacher who threw a fit at religion
And those stuck up teachers, and the kids who condoned their ass kissing,
To the teachers who made us boys stand up during the pledge of allegiance
when our soldiers stood at attention
This is the end of our alleged student-teacher friendship