You only enter and kvetch
About how a seat is slanted
About how uncouth we are
And how there are so many noisemakers.
Funnily you are but a noisemaker
For they irk me, tot as I,
The words which you speak
With such twang that stings my ears
Your knowledge is commonplace
Your words have become redundant
Your absence betters your presence
Ah, Teacher, you have failed…
I beg you, master of nothing
Speak sense or leave our class.