College Prep

I scribbled this angry poem in my CP math class. It's just about the class's ignorance.

                This class sucks
         It's full of lousy fucks
         They insist that they have their path
         But they don't even know basic math

         Man it makes me laugh
         Faceless assholes think they know me
         Oh I know they're all just greedy
         And vain. Beings without intellect or compasion
         Satisfaction or an idea of ration

         I'm done I don't wanna be here
         Maybe foreign kids would shed a tear
         But all I can do is sit and leer
         
         It's a place where time is nonexistant
         A place where nothing occurs in an instant
         It's not the sitting I hate
         It's the gurenteed negative fate
         
         Of those I survey
         I know that eventually they will obey
         But these orders will come from a burger-fry manager
         They'll demand an anwser
         "Why god!? Why am I here!? Who cursed me to this destiny!?"

         So you see there's always a fee
         For when you refuse to see
         Future occurences
         If you need me I'll be hoppin' fences.