Punk Ass – A poem for anyone who has ever taught high school thugs

I dedicate this as a “rap” poem to any United States public high school teacher that is fed up with the system and dealing with behavior issues. I titled this Punk Ass for obvious reasons. This is my “back to ya” response about what too many teachers deal with on a daily basis.



Punk Ass

Who do ya think you’re talkin’ to?

So help me, God, if ya only knew

The things that I wanna do to you

If I’d let out what I withdrew

And said the things back to you, too.

Don’t like me? Well, whoop-de-do!

Bet I could make ya go “boo-hoo”

Like a little baby with a boo boo

Or teary eyes from the shampoo

Or a dirty diaper with some pooh-pooh

What is all of this hullabaloo?

Can’t even get along at the family barbecue

Your brotha’s involved in some voodoo

Your papa – he’s gone a little cuckoo

Your mama wears a big muumuu

And your sista’s hair is like a gnu in a zoo

Your friends can’t even read McD’s drive through

Orderin’ pizza from the menu

Everything I say you misconstrue

With your greasy hair and your fake tattoo

What is it that you’re tryin’ to pursue?

You can’t even add two plus two

It’s a catch 22 with your book review

Ain’t gonna make it in Who’s Who

You have no clue about your miscue

Better go back and renew

Your twisted little world point of view

I think an apology is overdue

But you’re ignorant with your small IQ

Anyway, it probably would be untrue –

Everything is coming from you

Ain’t it past your 8 p.m. curfew?

Better leave now or you’ll be residue

I oughtta leave your punk ass black and blue

And make ya dance in around in a tutu

At your punk ass people rendezvous,

Kick you into Timbuktu

With your mama’s hooker-high-heeled shoe

Or maybe I should just subdue

Your big ol’ mouth with some kung fu

And teach you a lesson – a thing or two

That I’m not gonna take your cock-a-doodle-doo

But I won’t do that – I feel sorry for you.

Copyright 2013 Susanna Hartigan

4 thoughts on “Punk Ass – A poem for anyone who has ever taught high school thugs

  1. The whole dichotomy is caught up in the last couple of lines – but I won’t say any of this because I feel sorry for you. Translation – I care, no matter what you say or do that pisses me off, I still care. Good to rant and good to care. That’s what education is about.

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