Weirder Science

Sometimes, I get detention, For bringing close attention, To the unfairness of this regime. Told to be quiet, Told to move desks, Told not to stare at the Dinosaur, Who came in late, I'm sure it's a frickin' T-Rex. It's weirder science, At Super High. Hope I don't drive the teacher, To violence. The best I can promise, Is to try. It's weirder science, At Super High. Mister Vakarian, codename is Quartermaster, Builds cars, and bikes, and armour, He says he's not a Dragon, But he sort of looks like a little one, That could do a little harm. He's mostly chill, But sometimes grumpy, Or gets angry, "Mostly at me", He doesn't like me misnaming, Or using incorrect pronouns. When I do that his glare could maim, or kill. But for a teacher, he's not too bad. Or irrationally cross. If I just don't get him mad, Because in weirder science class, He's the boss. It's weirder science, At Super High. Hope I don't drive the teacher, To violence. The best I can promise, Is to try. It's weirder science, At Super High. I'm not allowed to sit next to my boyfriend, Because we conspire, and make jokes, The troublesome twosome, Dick and I, Hanging on a very thin, degrading rope. How does Mister Vakarian even cope? It's weirder science, At Super High. Hope I don't drive the teacher, To violence. The best I can promise, Is to try. It's weirder science, At Super High.