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Professor and My Money (Poem)

The hours I spent for that grade,

You didn’t care about,

The stress I felt when I worked hard for that grade,

You didn’t care about,

You didn’t care about my desperation for that grade.

 

You take my money,

That’s what you care about,

You love my money,

It isn’t me that you care about,

Failing me means getting more money.

 

You lose nothing by failing me,

You only care about money,

No point in begging you not to fail me,

I guess I can choose not to give you my money,

Yet I need that class which is what sucks for me.

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