you thought of me as a crack up didn’t you
talking out of turn joking around in class
all play no work
“Hey, Mr. Kemper, why do you wear that cookie duster?”
remember the times you sent me out of class
or the time you made me stand in the corner
with gum on my nose
oh yeah good times
and what about the time
you saw me out in the hall crying
what did that make you think
that I had been hit or hurt
made to feel foolish
or that I was scared to go to my next class
or scared to get on the bus
or scared to go home
or sick of feeling left out
or maybe you thought
I was just having one of those days
it would have been nice maybe
for you to have found out why I was upset
you being a teacher and all
but that didn’t happen
oh yeah good times in middle school