a special poem to that special someone...

this is sorta a poem for that special someone....

he tells his group he has driving lessons...
he says he's off to church...
has he been telling the truth?
well lets just say his nose is longer...

if you're gonna lie...
use a little bit of your brain...
go somewhere far out there...
where you won't be seen by your friends...

you leave during group meetings...
you just don't seem to care...
your group's busting their asses...
while you sit, yak, and stare...

piss them off once, shame on you...
piss them off twice, shame on them...
budgeting report, you did your "STUFFS"...
5 x 3 does not equal to 16 you dimwited moronic fool...

well this term is ending soon...
just in time for a little screw...
beware, watch out, be very scared...
your free-ride is ending soon...

the end...

its amazing how just one guy can cause that much stir in just one class...
because of him, 2 groups are so affected by him...
and another 2 more groups waiting to be screwed by him...
its painful to watch him get an A...
when all he does is, well.... nothing?
what can i say...
thank god he's not in my group...