This poem isn’t just for you, puta maestra. It’s about every fracking maestra that has blown me off. This poem is dedicated not to your skanky bitch ho ass, but to many other maestras out there who refused to take the time to write the assignments on the board in a clear legible manner.
Thank you maestra de espanol for your condescending attitude. It’s nice to be feel like an idiot. I’ve been saving up some rage and hostility for quite some time and now I am going to release it all onto you. When you cry, I hope that the only handkerchief that you can find was previously tainted by someone with oozing boils.
Ojala Maestra Mia, Ojala
by Clotilda Jamcracker
I hope that you step in dog poop while you are on your way to class.
I hope that a thousand birds crap all over your car.
I hope that on Thursday, someone steals all of your clothing while you are swimming in the pool.
I hope that six broken mirrors fall into your swimming pool and curse you with 42 thousand years of bad luck.
I hope that someone with a bad case of syphilis sits on your private toilet.
I hope that you wake up at four o’ clock in the morning with violent diarrhea.
I hope that everything that you have worked hard for falls into the sewer, and I hope that you have to stick your hand into the filth, and fish it out piece by piece.
I hope that someone that you love stabs you in the back.
I hope that rats drink the puss from your oozing wounds.
I hope that the bleeding never stops
I would like to drink your blood for breakfast.
But you’ve got so many diseases that I won’t even let you kiss my ass
I hope that you are struck by a bolt of lightning while jogging in the park
I hope a mugger steals your condoms while you are walking in the dark.
I hope that your husband gets both you and “la otra” pregnant on the same night.
I hope that your baby has six arms and two heads.
I hope that you contract leprosy whilst sitting on a public toilet. I hope that when your husband takes you to the clinic for medication, he makes wild crazy passionate love to your sister in the next room.
I hope that when your husband makes love to your sister, you can hear her whimper with delight.
I hope that your husband and your sister think that you are dead and you are buried alive.
I hope that the only handkerchief for your tears is tainted with ebola.
I have spent too much valuable time venting about this puta asesina. I will now use this as an opportunity to practice my usage of the present subjunctive:
Ojala maestra mia
por Clotilda Jamcracker
Ojala que tu pongas tu pie en caca de perro.
Ojala que tu las golpes un rayo cuando estes trotaendo en la parque.
Ojala que ella se calle en un zanja.
Ojala que ocho mil pajaros pongan cacas en tu coche
Ojala que alguien que se ames, apunules por la espalda.
Ojala que no haya fin a la sangrimiento.
Ojala que yo pueda alcohol isopropyl 91% en tus heridas
Ojala que las ratas de un cueva sucia se tomen lap us de sus heridas sangraba lentamente.
Ojala que tu obtenga lepra.
Ojala que cuando tu esposo te lleve a un clinica para medicacion, que el haga amor con tu hermana.
Ojala que puedas escuchar la voz de tu hermana cuando el se encanta.
Ojala que su esposo y su hermana piensen que estes muerte y seas enterrado vivo.
Ojala que la sola panuela por tus lagrimas este cubierto con ebola.
Ojala que tu esposo te robas tu anillo de boda y se de a su otra.
Ojala maestra mia ojala
Ojala that I do not get kicked out of school for this one.