Oh I was good I was so good in the language,
What lexicon, was ubiquitously portrayed!
Words seemed to be like music from lute,
But it all ended without any chance for truce..
That squeamish English teacher didn’t like my correction,
I was given a yellow card and prosecuted and given a prosaic censure…
Very tense I was slurping in lunch, why I didn’t have any hunch!!
My mom came and I was given a reprimand,
Just if I had psychokinesis i would have beat her up hard…
There was no jurisprudence in our school, no space for inquisitiveness,
God damn I paid for my studies, was it a dole for being so priss!!
It is said all teachers are kosher, oh i so beg to differ…
I would rather be a bootlegger than doing Pirouette for people so sinister!!
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