{v.3} :: a mess


I have a headache
Why is the teacher so weird?
She seems like a fake

human. An alien
come to Earth to torture
students at school
We are, for sure

She teaches pain
and gives it freely
I want to run out through the window
break the glass and shout, "really!"

If we dragged out our blasters
And shot her, here and now
Perhaps she would suck up the energy
and grow

Why does she ask these stupid questions
which we just don't want to hear?
What will happen if we cover her with foam
Will she run away in fear?

We sit here in the classroom
Why can't she let us free?
I dream of massacrating
and after that, I flee

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