Dear professor

In the end of your class, you hand out a sheet
asking for feedback but expecting it sweet
I hunger for passive aggressive action
That feedback form will be a distraction
I wish to stand up tall and preach
Not about your inability to teach
But about your behaviour as old pink male
You - Blinded Brexit slave, humanistic fail
Slightly almost but not really sexist
Slightly almost but not really racist
Comments hidden in social tissues
Some hetero woman with social issues
Laughs at your jokes and hopes to get laid
Forgetting to ask to get better paid
So ye, professor, you dig your own grave
My feedback form is part of a wave
My feedback form is one of a kind
It´s words will drown your brainwashed mind
I get my chance on that pen paper stage
My clenched fist shakes, becomes written rage
Your suitcase and penis can´t hide your flaws
I find them, I throw them right in your paws
In a well folded sandwich of sour and sweet
Diplomatically modest but with precise beat
Wars might be subtile nowadays
But that´s how I play, right into YOUR FACE