I'm shutting your school down.
There's nothing you can do about it.
If you don't like it, well, too fucking bad.
My boss OWNS this city and what he says goes.
And right now, he says I've got to shut your failing asses down and open up for-profit charter schools in your place.
So buh-bye.
Buh-bye.
I feel like I've heard that poem before somewhere.
Oh, yeah, now I remember.
Different poet, same poem.
