Buster
There is a weird boy in my math class.
He is trying very hard not to pass
I cannot believe that he is still on the chair
when his head is so full of hot air
He thinks I am hurt by his wise cracks
but he dose not hear my comebacks
Listen up if you are wise
and just try to visualize
If the gentlemen would get off his high horse
and try to concentrate on the course
He might see there is a better way
by trying not to stay
It is hard to tell when that might be
But I guess we'll have to wait and see
If you are awake, enough to understand
Try to get your ship to land
I know it is not fun to hang around
And keep your feet on the ground
You cannot use that as your plea
when the judge says what will it be.
When you come off your cloud,
Try not to be too loud
There are those of us who try our best
And do not want to be bothered by the rest
Now I am done
And I have had my fun
I wish you luck
And I hope that you get unstuck
When you finally move on
I will already be gone
For this I will not be sad
That is just too bad
Here is to you my fellow Buster
It is too bad you are not a nut cluster.