An Ode to the professor, but not Marianne

I love how you teach! You fucking leech... With your mouth and balls residing. You are a hell of a chap, but full of crap. All that preening 'fore your whining. Although you were right on cue, but with no brew? As you ate my six foot sandwich. You claimed you were a dad and i think it's sad That you cannot cook a manwich. Did i mention that (I think you are flat) With your pulse check 'tween the hedgerow? Since I know your type. A supreme ass wipe. Because you golf in San Diego? You are what you think, chisel dink? So there's your ode upon a choade.. Was that a Black bird that i just heard? Word. Drow. Word. Drow. Word.