A young man slouched in his chair...
The first period bell rang, he wished he didn't have to be there
Over the P.A., his principal sang a good morning to his nightmare
As the girl in front of him, shuffled through her bag for her compact mirror
Young in mind, and doing time through the public school system
Criticized for not being hypnotized, his teachers would diss him
A worksheet had found him, that had traveled from the front
Questioning his future, he read the bold headed font, it said....
After you graduate, what do you want.....
To do with you life?
A fancy car, a career, a trophy wife?
He paused and thought...
And then with a grin....
He put down his pencil and picked up his pen
Because he knew he could write with out making mistakes
And that, he could use this as an excuse when his teacher
Would demand that he rewrite after he erased
And so he wrote and scribbled his rebellious note
That would get him detention, before his parents wringed his throat
And when he finished, the class came to an end
He picked up his books, and began to descend
Passed the teachers desk and to the front door
As sneakers and sandals scuffed up the well polished floor
He handed in his paper getting ready for the attack
And that's when his teacher stopped him and asked....
And he replied, to be as far away from here as possible
And never come back.
Through the eyes of nonconformity, his soul wanted to drown
He had a deformity that needed to escape this town
And the rest of the crowd, that would just shoot off their mouths
At football games, barbecues, drunken parking lot boxing bouts
Blue collar slobs, and shitting sports bars
Two dollar hand jobs from grade C strippers, treated like rock stars
Debt collectors and authority figure child molesters
Preying on the weak and failed methamphetamine inventors
Hanging with guys clearly older than he was
Slinging burgers and fries, and smoking weed at the back of the bus
There was no need to discuss, in what this boy wanted
Dead hero's and low life zeros is what this town flaunted
So, the moral of this story is that there is so much more....
Than settling for a shitty pay check, and another jaunt to the liquor store....