I don’t want to wish you
Too much joy
Because I hope the aggravation we
Inflict will earn you
Compound karmic interest, redeemable in
Your next incarnation
Swapped for future students
Who will be
Alert, attentive
(Let’s shoot for the moon) respectful
All the things that
We are not
Meanwhile (sorry coach)
I am afraid
You’ll have to make the best
Of who you’ve got
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