This is a poem from a high school student to the high school teachers,
And those I'm referring to better know who they are.
To the school teachers who think there cheerleaders,
Grow the hell up.
To the teachers who think being our friend is more important than teaching a lesson,
Grow the hell up.
To the over obsessive fools who rearrange the school constantly,
Wisen the hell up.
To the ******* who spends more than 75% of our budget on sports,
Wisen the hell up.
To the the teachers who force students to act like their children,
Get a ******* life.
To the fools who spend their time on Instagram and Twitter to much,
Get a ******* life.
To the schools that don't know their priorities,
Get your *** in gear.
To the teachers who still are kids, for the last time
GROW THE HELL UP.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC
This is a poem from a high school student to the high school teachers,
And those I'm referring to better know who they are.
To the school teachers who think there cheerleaders,
Grow the hell up.
To the teachers who think being our friend is more important than teaching a lesson,
Grow the hell up.
To the over obsessive fools who rearrange the school constantly,
Wisen the hell up.
To the ******* who spends more than 75% of our budget on sports,
Wisen the hell up.
To the the teachers who force students to act like their children,
Get a ******* life.
To the fools who spend their time on Instagram and Twitter to much,
Get a ******* life.
To the schools that don't know their priorities,
Get your *** in gear.
To the teachers who still are kids, for the last time
GROW THE HELL UP.
