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.
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