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.



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