Oh my God, this life is crazy for sure
Having a great time despite fools around
I no longer give ground, too many poor
Experiences from people all around
They have issues, so do I, as I've found
So why should I carry the can? Teachers
Deal with this every day, but grown-ups own
Their decisions, and so it is perverse
For me to cater for grown-up weirdness
I thought I was immature, yes, but your
Failings are not mine to correct, or ground
In reality, if you're so much worse
Sink or swim yourself in your own ordure
I've my own agenda now, and it's sound
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