You liars, laughing at my creed
Behind the age-old platinum screen
At least that's what it seems to me
This life's not real; we're on T.V.
Oh look, I found my hand grenade
For the scene in war machine -
The Vietnam took hold between.
I'm in a jungle -
Colors, prints,
Of tees and jeans -
I'm in a mall.
Forth! The roundabout doors...
I'm wishing that the food court jesters
All hopped in the copters
And counted their ammo
The arcade geeks then cross-dressers
Will scatter below
As the bomb shells all blow
As the curse words all flow
Am I supposed to know?
It’s only high school.