I go and tell my boss it's not that I'm a crazy whore.
It's merely a matter of proportion.
See, you teach school and I Teach SCHOOLS.
You run a school. I run it down.
You censor me. I censor myself more.
You write books. I write tomes.
You contract pedagogy. I bear Truth.
You are a blip on my screen. I'm supreme.
Think that I'm Hot. No, I am on Fire.
Think that you're Free. But, I don't retire.
I exhaust knowledge until it can't Swing.
I squeeze out the pulp and I make it Sing.
What can you do but to sneer and suggest.
That I am a whore and you are the best?
You write books. I write tomes.
You contract pedagogy. I bear Truth.
You are a blip on my screen. I'm supreme.
Think that I'm Hot. No, I am on Fire.
Think that you're Free. But, I don't retire.
I exhaust knowledge until it can't Swing.
I squeeze out the pulp and I make it Sing.
What can you do but to sneer and suggest.
That I am a whore and you are the best?
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