We sent teacher another crazy a-go-go-loopy!

When I think of school…

When I think of school!

We sent another fucker loopy

in those crazy blue days

full of innocent incompetence

came along a man with ear-hair

that could be combed, eyes, fleshy so wide apart

inbred fish felt sorry for him

A manner so naive it besieged corruption

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For instance, he would say

‘right now class if you could all turn to page-‘

“No”

He would repeat, to which we,

one of us, all of us

would reply

“No.”

Then he’d, boo-boo cry

disappear for the rest of the hour

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Pretty soon

he started sending the bad seeds away

We’d say ‘hi’

or make too much noise