Pilsner ftw.
written to the following beat:
"To Catch A Thief" - Lovage
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shirts tucked in... pleats folded neatly
the teacher... is speaking. one minute left-
-just a few more seconds... anticipant. restless.
trying to do their best, not to fidget as the stress hits.
fingers drum desks as the energy pervades-
every limb, and then they shake- this persists in every grade,
as the second hand approaches near its slowest in the day,
kids can feel it thick as syrup and it's coursing through their veins...
RING RING RIIIING!!!! ...Recess strikes-
Children fly out of their seats, and they file into a line-
-Mrs. Highland just reminds them don't be violent, do be kind.
...she lights a cigarette, as she marches them outside.
Black-top speckled with plaid skirts and slacks-
Teachers huddle in a corner for a smoke and just relax
turn their backs to the kiddies, who are giggling and giddy
they all divy up into their silly cliques and little packs
third grade's on four square. fourth's on the court there.
...second grade invades their kickball game...
while...
Other kids are scattred, scratching brightly colored patterns
and engaged in idle chatter on the asphalt that is paved.
Now... you can spot Jimmy from a mile away.
Orange-haired twirp... smirk... freckles on his face
Stocky frame... Furrowed brow... Scowling gallery
Held back a grade- today he'll take it out on Mallory
Kicking rocks at her face... children flock to the space
...the vulture circles closer as he's ...mockin' his prey
Mikey drops in the fray, commandin'
"Stop it, Okay?!"
he's walkin' in, brave, like he won't catch a rock to the face
deep gasps from the crowd...
(ooooooooooo)
what the fuck is happening now?
Mikey's toe to toe and doesn't seem to be backing down
Mallory's on hands and knees, crawling off in horror
Mikey doesn't waver,
fuck if Jim's a full head taller!!!
Tired of his shit, peers are wired and they're lit
Fists ball up. Swings are fired and they miss
Tension's dire and a riot opens wide into the rift
kicks are flying as the kids are fighting, mired in abyss...
white shirts stained... by random bloody running noses
standing dummies frozen catch a blast of knuckle doses
girls start pulling hair.... guys are locked in grapples
everyone is apt to catch an asswhoopin' at that school
even the autistics find a niche in the ballistics
the retards pick up sticks, begin to dish out the sadistic
massacre hits a pitch when Jim's aperture gets split
He cries out... but motherfucker
that's what you should get...
RING RING RIIIING! ...Recess is done...
the dogpile scatters and runs, class has begun...
kids file up again according to classroom and height
but something bout the headcount just isn't right...
Mrs. Highland spies her eyes into the distance
...insistent that one of these little bastards is missin'...
She searches the black top, wandering... then stops...
Little Mallory's passed out... glassed-eyed on the asphalt.
