Spewing words, ceaseless, without refrain,
Nonsensical ramblings, the only thing you know.
Commanding, yelling, your dictator complex.
Favoritism the only thing you do.

Shaming us for our Grammar, yet your speech is awry,
No comma, no full stop,
Nonsensical utterances, a trail of confusion,
You're full of it, drowning in your own illusion.

Forcing obedience, your sole repertoire,
Unlikeable, self-centered, a dictator in disguise.
Shaming is your weapon, your craft so dark,
Judging before knowing, an arrogant mark.

Your class, a meaningless endeavor,
Makes us ponder jumping out forever.
Commanding, yelling, your teaching's amiss,
The subject's a blur, lost in the abyss.
Teaching not a priority, you don't care,
Arrogant complaints fill the air.
Who cares about your fucking problems?


Your attire, a reflection of disdain,
A witch from Oz, your truest domain.
Black hair and a broom, the image complete,
A copy of the witch, your true deceit.

People like you, poison education,
Despise for school, growing even more.
A craft beautiful, tainted and ruined,
A witch among us, your truest regard.

Burn at the stake, like witches of lore,
For the poison you spread Forevermore.