1. |
IT the Fool
01:23
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open up my tower, it's a screwless case
cuz i took them all out, cuz they get in my way
poke and prod a little bit, call me a disgrace,
I never turned it off, it's a bit unsafe
to erase, all my space, rock my box with a shock,
don't need an anti-static band I'll ground to the base
spinnin hard drives hummin right next to my face
Don't mind that fan running at an uneven pace.
I know I should be careful, my method's a bit crude,
but at least I don't get asked to fix things by you.
technology's remained the same since creation
hit it with something heavy to kill the vibration
But does it really matter so long as it runs,
your un-fun rules are no match for my puns
as the hoard disk drives their army of huns
to a solid state of confusion as they RAM rotund
quad-core predocessors making the rounds
according to ancient vows, I know it sounds profound
but soon they found their mothership had heat-sunk
don't get chipset about it, we know their jokes stunk
no power to supply, no fans to cry
the huns supplied gratididous letters of goodbye
the data through their sata would soon run dry
aand to run the whole true story you must now buy
new parts. kinda like the old ones, we resort,
to mi-nor upgrades just to run text through a sort
I refuse. I refute, any knowledge I retort,
these hand-medowns are great, forward them to my port.
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2. |
The Blender
01:00
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I run my custom launcher to a fresh compiled source
Miniscule requirements with devastating force
shift-a, there's no way, this instant shape,
If I screw up the transform I just, press esc,ape
doesn't cost any dollars doesn't cost any sleep
doesn't kill my computer doesn't frust,rate, me
I will blend with my blender and i'll do it for free!
make robots, rig dogs, simulate lincoln logs,
make scaredy-cat, proletariat, hide it all in HD fog
though the render takes all day, I don't mind, I just say
I'll blend, yes I'll blend, and I'll blend it my way!
I don't need to go outside, I'll make my simulated world
script a character with pride, python making it unfurl
game-engine is fast-renderin gonna make you want to hurl
I am blending and I'm sending my portfolio to girls
There's shortcuts to everything, just don't ctrl-Q
you can zip things in your blend file too
With every keydown I know just what to do
when I'm done I'll go to pasteall and, send, it to you
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3. |
Awesome Nuts
01:28
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it was your mother's birthday and we were playing nauts
so i hit her up and she played with my nauts
sucked harder than you, man , i'd rather have a bot,
you next to the shop and you die to dot
you buy upgrades to make droids from chrysallisis
your clunk build autoaim speedy missile misses
you're so lame even joost's coming up with disses
you jerk off while your nan gives my penis kisses
i don't like you. but i dont hate you
the whole games dead, and we're the last 2
the diligent few, that aren't brand new,
not to mention qualify for league 2
gonna come down from the seas to space,
and slap my tentacle in your face,
you know that's how i deal with gays,
when bram gets on you're gonna be replaced
every time you play random, you raise the bar, see
play every naut to the spanking stars theme
you queue against me, you're gonna be sorry
make sushi out of you, or is it calamari
- - -
like chucho and ramonee, ronimo can blow me
they better get in line, cuz your great aunts owe me,
sentry on time, in disguise as your homie
got a black hole, and you know, he can show me
meanwhile your style is defiling max,
his camera focusin on your missed attacks
you build so slow, bro, your death count tax,
you dying cuz he's flying with space air max.
you're losin your matches
with flashy glasses
you're slow as molasses
while my dick eats asses
might think it's crass its
fine for the lassses
might as well play smash
with your button mashes
you're clearing top, while they pushing bot,
you don't see the map, teleport to shop,
your Zork's so small, it's a microdot,
your ayla build's so old, she's legally hot,
you're high on pot
it's worth a shot
just queue on nauts
give it all you got
too bad you're bad,
im good, ill pass,
just like your dad,
i'm gonna kick your ass.
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4. |
Bagel Song
03:40
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cream cheese on one side, butter on the other
anybody in line? cuz i'm ready for another
got seeds on my mind, everything is delicious;
PLU's memorized, i be thumbing them digits.
wash / rinse / sanitize
it's been forever since i even cleaned these guys
I realize these knives
all covered in onion n chives
dont require the hire
of a sink this size
but i'll heed your advice,
these bins should suffice,
if state dont berate us today, that'd be nice.
say its too efficient, the way i dip my dish in,
when did the state inspector become the spanish inquisition!
-
customers im hatin
interrupt my bakin..
theres a 5 minute cycle-
got time for one mor-
rode on my bike all th-
/but can you like uh-
take me to the psych ward
/make one for michael?
ive had it with animals-
clean up that counter more-
pour in the chemicals-
forgot to sweet the floor-
late for my second job-
i hope that we get robbed
-
i make the bagels, i make the dough
i clean up and then i go
if it rains or if it snows
ill be here on my bicycle
oh boom-de-otta...
(x2, second boomdeotta is rest)
-
it's 11 fifty seven and my shift's / almost / o-ver
huffin and puffin but i still / gotta / close-up
cold outside but i got warm clothes-up-
stairs but that is waitin till the dough's done
ditch on one side, cars on the other
aint no bitch on the line i'm talkin to my mother
roadkill's still there, all except the head
i'd get myself some but i'm alone in bed.
riding that harley don't make you a biker
you ain't so tough; you let the gas do the hard work.
pass you at the station i'll be ringing my bell,
i ain't no angel but i'll see you in hell.
-
i still-havent-fixed my brakes
gotta get to work, do whatever it takes
van cut me off, with my body im payin
missed me by an inch, thank my folks for prayin
-CHORUS-
php on one side, js on the other
style inline got no time for druthers
gonna make it in tech, just like my brother
i can manage anything, one way or another
several years experience in blender 3d,
i can learn new software easily,
80 words per minute man can't you see
game dev i'm in it im the man you need
started working part time, for a local place,
learning web dev at an accelerated pace
run myself hard i might win the race
7 days a week means no mondays
still baking in the morning, at my desk by 9
more than wide awake, and im feeling fine
-jump ahead a few years, got a whole nother story,
but i'll save it for later, cuz i'm stuck in the glory (days... when..)
CHORUS
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5. |
Spelunker's Story
05:14
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whip by my side
i start my adventure
my father's pride
and my business ventures
led to indentured potential invention
a new scheme of power and wealth and ascention,
slid past the gauntlet amidst the dissention
i can almost hear him, begin your descent son (walk)
-
in a minor predicament
threw a rock at a bat, hit it
bounced right back, knocked me flat,
innit great, what's at stake, when im at my health limit
but wait a minute
2 levels back, found that bitch and i kissed her
gee what a slut you know i dont miss her
she looked at me and said <thanks a lot mister
my lips are imbued, i'm a mystery sister
rescue us, your whip is your sword
we're hidden deep under, we make it hard,
but carry us over you'll get your reward
i give you my heart, leaving a scar>
then she fell to the ground in a sudden heap,
this is the sacrifice that i reap,
was her life worth these coins that i keep?
guess i'll never know, hey wait, a shopkeep
promise of power untelling he tells me
<share a few coins with the luck of hell's belly
games can't be rigged, the die tell no lies see
you'll surely win, a prize rectifies>
this offer so lofty i just couldn't pass
the item that appeared behind frosted glass
nervous, my fingers, they fumbled the pass,
dice lost he shoots me, <die you thieving ass!>,
running so desperate i leap through the air
barely avoiding his shotgun's death stare
cornered with nowhere to run, yikes,
woops he just landed in some deadly spikes
shotgun in hand i continue my quest
what epic foes might i come across next
confidence grows like i just passed a test,
this message i see in pixelized text: --
[LEVEL 4 COMPLETED] (walk)
if theres a king of this jungle i hope i dont meet him
monkey swings round in sheol's arboretum
if he don't return all my coins i dont needem
but i'll find a big old green plant that could eat him
wrestled by a piggybacked furry ancestor
I trip and I fall with unworried molestor
by grabbing a branch i halt my plunge,
thanks to his poor stance, the primate's expunged
shanks towards our motion a mechanized spear,
to climb up would be too risky i fear, but
the felled simian has yet to go crash,
instead in its place i hear a faint splash
ignoring submursion aversion i dive,
hoping the fall will not take me alive
murky depths seem to rise up to greet me,
realize it has eyes and a great mouth to eat me
kick and a splash and a plan to elope
fish out of water has nothing on rope
free from the jaws and arboreal grope
I depart from this wood gripping to hope
-
chill and shiver, dark delivers
a slippery slope, a precarious perch
slide on ice to a rock that lurches under my weight
fall straight as the bait for what foe awaits
i detect near, with abject fear,
it smells like wet fur in here
with a trembling howl stalagtites become mites
through new holes i roll in shaking fright
too worried and hurried caution is thrown,
as am i as white apes toss me from their throne
glancing downwards i scan to land, is that metal and glass?
until a little green man I squash with my ass
his saucer so dainty, it falls while i'll dangle
thankfully far from volatile wide angle'd
explosion that blasts my escape route to shambles
time to gamble,
a bottomless pit. too far to jump
sick of this shit. i'm just gonna jump
sprinting I prep for a do or die
at the last step, a SPROING sends me high
I land at my goal, far from the edge,
in debt to a boobytrap spring-loaded ledge
-
in a brick laid corridor
I stick to the floor before
i'm sucked dry by flies from a big dead guy,
mummified behemoth,
light a bomb and i heave it,
don't grieve it, the reign of the interceptor
all that remains of his remains is a splintered sceptre
through the tempermental temple best believe i kept'er
priests i'd guess in red headress
stood at an altar but not to bless,
as for the rest they were bound and diced,
made my egress past the sacrifice
violet bubbles raised men as they seize,
i hear a rumble 'kali is pleased'
-
(i) feel a sense of dread, heads of red,
prostrate towards a huge stone head,
it levitated, squashed them dead,
worshippers flattened as they fled.
it fixed its golden eyes on me
and drops as I roll to safety
close call but now I see
cracks in the floor, magma beneath
i begin to sin, as I sense an end, to this deity's stomping spree
I know that I could flee with ease but this false idol ends with me
with every miss the maw mashes earth but missed me by an inch
maybe the totem's flaw is in - strategic intelligence
I stage myself on unstable turf,
trying not to estimate the statue's worth,
it predictably, floats towards me
and breaks through crust to guarantee
victory
-
so i sold all the gold, and i've told my secrets,
son that's what hard work and diligence gets!
my story's all true, now don't you forget it,
I kept the gold sceptre, don't make me go get it.
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6. |
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ah, mr steve, you'll never escape my latest invention
it's new year's eve
and i'm minecraft steve
i'm trapped underground and i wanna leave
my brief: enter fief, via reef, got a leaf, porkchops
not a thief - got some beef, with this grief-er chief
of a man. my plan, you understand is underplanned but I began
with some dirt, pickaxe, my diamond sword, and a potion so I can
silence the scoundrel, thence hence past tense,
defences: all erased. his repeaters all too easy to be traced.
now i'm deep in his base, high time for a face to face
oh great, didn't see this pressure plate he placed
---
i'm the evil genious in minecraft
i've got a huge mansion with no staff
when zombie pigmen get in i laugh
piston lava moat keeps out rifraff
so you've accidentally mined into my dungeon,
the smell of your porked-chops is so pungeant
i've got pressure-plate-pits for you to plunge in,
i'm the master and you're the luncheon
---
eerie red-lit passageway gives way to buttoned wall
grid of 9 stone rectangles may match that note i saw
digits entered, round the center, unseen torches bent for,
the hall behind lights bright in time with unleashed lava falls
won't bust out through crust, though i just wanna be free
i trust this madman must adjust his traps with TNT
past the heat, no arrows yeet, dispenser empty,
i set off pressure plates, trapping myself deliberately
trusty pickaxe smacks the wall of prison cell i fell in
mobs just barely sealed back in the well of their old felon
fire lights the cave, took a hit my body's scorched
as the searings cease, though not deceased, i have no torch
---
we are the monks of the creeper
we are mining diamond deeper
we're the reason caves get steeper
we spook you in dark like jeeper
creepers hats and boots we don
you see us and then you run
you run tons but you can't hide
turn around we are behind (YOU)
---
tall green figure fellas, forming facades
i was terrified at first, at four uniformed frauds
with a 'psss', i regress, and i dig straight down
in a bit of a panic, lost deep underground
but hold on, stop the story
some coal just appeared in my inventory
stack of sticks, stick on, soon i light the mineshaft,
but they follow my trail, no time to craft
up ahead i hear a new competing hissing mass,
as I pass, former foes fight a formiddable clash
still in a fickle pickle, hear a trickle, waterfall
dive through, light blue, ocean bottom, what a haul
---
i'm swimming serene, side a squad of squid,
skimming the shore, in the forest i hid
but i'm found by a wolf, who just felt alone,
all those skellies i squashed, here, have the bones
followed me home, as if by pledge,
on the way we roamed, ran across a village
in a forest grown, sold my loot for a tome.
shared my story, and my cobblestone
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7. |
Stream
01:23
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look i dont mean to be mean
but when you zip up you should cut off the stream
i cant help but take heed of your crotch
when you make so apparent the many wet spots
perhaps you should tie in a knot
with that excess liquid you could irrigate crops
i can read the spread pattern
it looks like satellite photo of saturn
im gonna call you reagan
cause the trickle down method in your pants is braggin
when you said you were going to take a leak
i'd assumed you were describing a different technique
im not your urologist
but when you aimed you gave it your all and missed
try and make use of your wrist
to control your incredibly long laundry list
while im on the topic
of your soggy jeans i'd wring like bop-it
i may just top it
when i take your inflated ego and pop it
what it means to you
to be on time there's anything you'd do
but inspect your shoe
it seems in your haste you have stepped in dog doo
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8. |
Queerer by the Mirror
03:27
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all your avatars are far from stars
you got no 3d my peepee's hard
my client's open yours crashed like a car
your mmd's shitty and your pc slow as tar
in unity 2 bit trees cuz your bitchy
can't decide on which trap mmd
you rely on a shader that's shitty
i pimp with standard i'm rich see
i got rhymes for days you are just gay
your lines are stolen from anime
mirrors you stare into for days
you have problems with your ident-it-tay
you got gender dysphoria
solution for ya
is rope and a door I uh
just wiped the floor with ya
you're back for more
hope im not a bore
reflection's chore
go to your mirror
-
say let's all stare in the mirror,
in fear of, socialization,
yes let's just stare in the mirror,
gettin queerer, by the mirror
cuz i'd break down into tears if,
i left the mirror, it's gettin clearer,
to my last breath i'm goetting nearer,
we're goettin queerer, by the mirror
-
your avatar looks like a myspace page
stack commercial crap, mask inner rage
waste time and money to create a stage,
to pretend to be a chick that's half your age
i have a problem with anime, and that's the age gap
these girls are always fighting, when they should take a nap
i want to get with it, but i just can't jive,
you say they're seventeen but they look like five
and the only thing worse than a pedo is a furry,
groomin kids online but hey don't worry,
they're having fun, it's community
while they buy your son dildos and pornography
-
cuz let's all stare in the mirror,
steering clear of, decent human concepts,
yes let's all just stare in the mirror,
gettin queerer, by the mirror
how much'd you pay for that avatar,
is it from scratch, you are so cool,
to our last breaths we're goetting nearer,
gettin queerer, by the mirror
-
you got shitty geometry, mine is 5 stars,
you cover it with toon, mine is pbr,
you tried learning blender, didn't get far,
so you deck out mmd as if you got a fat card
your model got ripped, i give mine away for free
you can't have fun in public worlds like me,
you just brood in the mirror, screamin ree
you got a complex of superiority
you're crashing kids while i'm making friends
your drama madem leave better make amends
you're just a man, quit trying to play god
like when you tried to ddos vrcmods
-
yes let's all stare in the mirror,
in fear of, other people,
yes let's just stare in the mirror,
gettin queerer, by the mirror
cuz you know that it's been years since,
i saw my dad, wince, i think his name's vince,
so i say shots and drink, from a beer cup,
we're goettin queerer, by the mirror
-
let's all stare in the mirror,
in fear of, going outside,
cuz other people make me feel inferior
w're gettin queerer, by the mirror
i wish i was a little schoolgirl,
getting fucked by, 9 black men,
to my last breath i'm goetting nearer,
we're gettin queerer, by the mirror
-
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9. |
Short Horned Steere
02:23
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C
well the prairie is lonesome,
G
it's raw and its wide,
C
just like my asshole
G
when i was with clyde
C F
when he dug for his cannon, it's out lickety split,
C G C
when you look for yours, even i can't find it
C F
it aint like the hoosegow, out here a man's free
C G C
to stand by your side, when you squat to pee
C F
when you're miles from town, with noone else near
F C G C
best have by your side a short-horned steere
--
C
when we visit the brothel
G
as good friends do
C
you stick it in the mouth
G
i stick it in their poo
C
we show up like tenderfoots,
G
in our best bib and tucker,
C F
which all looks just grand,
E Am G7
till we strip down to fuck'er
C F
but nothing looks better, while entering the rear
F C G C
when compared to the short-horned steere
C F
now i'll sooner hang fire, than be called a queer
F C G C
but even i'd tangle with the short-horned steere
C G C
yes i do love the short-horned steere
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10. |
Flirt
04:45
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i shaved my ass today
to see how it would feel
took half a dozen pics
showed my friends, was it all real?
i met the perfect friend
for a while we had our thing
i threw it all away
i ruined everything
what have i become
who are my friends
everyone i know
has seen the pics of my rear end
you could have it all
my dignity
I just wanted to trap
but now I want to be free
- - - -
I am not a trap
that's just not who i am
i just wanted to fap
just wanted attention
What have I done
my sweetest friend
Where have you gone
Is this our end
you could've had it all
my dignity
i'll just cast it off
i don't need to feel pretty
If I could take it back
I didn't mean to hurt
I had to have my way
I just had to flirt
- - - - -
I wear this story true
for everyone that's here
I sing it for myself,
I don't mind who overhears
With every turn we take,
acceptance has its cost,
I refuse to fake,
I refute the loss.
but what else can you do
with your dignity,
you can cast it off,
but don't do it, to fit in,
Don't change yourself for cheers,
be it pasttime or a skirt,
I'll always be right here,
You do not need to flirt.
Am C D Am C Dx4
----
Am F C G
Am F C G
Am F G G
Am F G -
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11. |
Vivid is the Mind
02:59
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they are stepping from your mind
monsters of the id combine
they are creeping from outside
all of space and all of time
they are flowing from your head
cycled walks up to your bed
they are seeping from these rhymes
riding on the wheel of time
-
they are stepping from your mind
push them back and they rewind
they are creeping from outside
places far and places wide
they are walking from your head
reaping fear and seeping dread
they are pulled out from these rhymes
cast upon some nearby grime
vivid is the mind that can find the vine
to grow into desire that you find divine
the vine becomes a bramble that ensnares your mind
your mind begins to ramble what you can't confine
memories that you've just nearly supressed
become imagined enemies in shadows dressed
just to hide the details and still you get
endlessly parodying silhouettes
lying there in bed so entirely still
surrounded by a room too impossibly real
you see them as malicious, they intend to kill,
through the portal of your mind they wheel
you feel them from behind as they slowly creep
saying i just want to i just want to sleep
saying
I just want to sleep
I just i just want to sleep
x
---
just as they get too close to bear
push them from your mind but they reappear
letting down your guard means instant possession
banishing the thought just restarts the procession
blood pressure high, and your hearts a'racing
fear-wielding phantoms are what you're facing
unearthly bipeds with no physical presence
threaten your cardiavascular essence
... back tense, trying to sleep
i just want to i just want to sleep
stuck in cycles oh so slow
an-y-thing to space your foe
cannot allow them to close
why that is, you'll never know
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12. |
Dark
01:39
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13. |
Out The Way
02:45
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girl you get out the wayy
girl you get out the wayy yeah yeah
girl you better get out the wayy
cuz I CANT promise that I could stop, in any way or how
boy you'll get out the wayy
boy you better get out the wayy yeah yeah
boy you should better get out the wayy
cuz I CANT wait for you-u, I will not wait for anyone
-
i know the way and i'll go out and get it
you get in the way and you better forget it
you're doing your bit and you wanna say HEY
your very last chip is to get in the WAY
can't live in the gray, got something to say
wishfully exist in defiance of days
time passes away, approaching the grave
can't stare in the face so you seal it away
i've undertook, the blunder book,
i shun your look, my sun ain't shook
you carry the weight so you wait and you care
for yourself and your dozens of ill-gotten wares
weigh your options, say a lot, hon,
yay or nay you bray and bought none,
you've lost your edge and you wanna say HEY
your only leverage is to get in the WAY
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14. |
Meatier Meteor
02:27
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tick tock goes the clock, ding dong goes the elderly bell, well that's swell
all hell breaks loose as the youth pursue, the views,
no checks, cuz we don't incentivize the truth
i'm going 35 down the sidewalk
long legs swinging like a grandfather clock-
you want extraordinary; come to my block
im the conductor and this train never stops
haven't taken gender studies, but me and my buddies
have a feelin that they're wheeling, dealing real muddy
that stud, feels like a dud, can't do much more than be your pal
or be a gal, don't care im straight,
or lack the urge to procreate
if wishes were fishes i'd have itches for bitches
but instead i just masturbate
with creatine i can feel at ease
since the vegan diet just needs a riot
of micronutrients, lemme give you some hints
b12
collagen, methionine
if you skip the salt you're lacking iodine
digesting meat and im feeling fine
shook me inside, took hydrochloride
gotta dance gotta move,
gonna 'chill in the groove'
gotta change gotta ??socket
??clock unlocked, drop the shock docket
----
I intend to go around the grain
i'm insane, not in pain,
tack your sail against the wind, how you win,
is di-ag-gon-ail
out-side the box
we're in the box
its clean in the box
im lost
outside...
--
if i knew the way, i'd have done and did it
duh i run from winning, sin in one his limit
but I'm gunning for no other than a sun in the lid
what the heck do you expect from the grandeur kid
the lights and colours multiply
formless- shapeless-
excess- of what i can see, is
non-sensory...
-
o-ver-wel-ming..
-
settle back down and attempt to communicate
given up, fate dealt, don't narrate
break, take 2, less heart rate
i am comfy in this state
My desire for direction creates an intersection
turn of superstition
fuel of the ambition
but what is it to which we listen
rock falls swiftly in the wind
leaf takes path it is giv-en
sail may guide it from within
but which way good and which way sin
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15. |
Shunned Kid
03:22
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Sleepy little farm town, that was my prequel
more cows than people, kickball was frequent
They were all my equal, man I should've been bullied
weird and dear to the teachers, cried and fully
broke down, but weight went straight to the scape goat
can't escape shame, came from all of his peer folk
-
Silent agreement that this boy was untouchable
I wouldn't dare speak to him, feared I'd get much more
shunned than the one we were leery about
the need to ostracize - i did not doubt, the
cargo cult desperate to avoid the same treatment
our coinjoined fear kept him separate in the freak bin
wash your hands, gotta stay pure and all
line in the bathroom to avoid his urinal
-
he was just an average kid, a bit tall a bit awkward
life destroyed by peers as an incidental target
he never gave up, but was stunted in the manger
no stranger than the rest, yet remained a stranger
all it would've taken was to hang out with him
but each year i silently condoned our sin
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seen him years later like a bottle in the ocean
greeted him by name, trying to conceal my emotion
just didn't respond, i still cannot believe
that poetic justice is all he ever received
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