Dear Teacher

It has been long since we had a chat You'd stand for hours and hours babbling to us But you always thought we were just brats And we left like zombies to the schoolbus You ignored all the hands up while You pat yourself in the back for your guile I now know that you're are about to be retired But I'll give you the graduation you required That you never ever thought you needed Oh Dear Teacher So much paper wasted on your lectures But not as wasted as most of my life On and on with your worthless conjectures So, shall we begin with my handy knife? I'll make sure to carve your skin in cursive I prefer to be direct instead of discursive As you can see my handwriting has improved I can see by your tears that you are quite moved But I'll get to the point, like the one marked in your face You always said that the world was my oyster But you never specified that it might be infected Did all the examples you gave worked just for you Or did they only worked in your mind?