By Arcassin Burnham
Mister Mr. Spare me the cheap talk and all
Of the schemes,
I\'m not amused by your dilemma of sneaking
Behind scenes,
I\'m just waiting for all of these nightmares to
Turn into dreams,
The problems will occur wherever you are by
All means,
I\'m glad to be a teacher,
I hate to be learning,
While gravity is holding us down,
Inside we\'re burning,
So I lock myself in a freezer to prevent being grilled,
Didn\'t ask to hear about your gossip,
Please save me the grief.
I\'m glad to be a teacher,
Mister Mr.