here she comes to take a slide on the merry-go-round.
i seem so innocent, childish and playful.
don’t you dare close your eyes and make believe you’re swept away.
you have stumbled heedlessly onto my turf now.
sitting at our desks you take turns to poke at me.
now i got you all alone and it’s my turn.
ain’t no safety crossing guards or them fucking teachers.
you’re gonna take a head-first dive, down those clunky bleachers.
on the monkey bars, i am king.
sneaking up behind you to push you off the swing,
kick a little sand in your eyes, in your mouth.
now you’re crying, slobbering. tell me how does that feel?
here’s some candy, jolly ranchers - was only playing.
your cruelty didn’t slip my mind, i remembered like an elephant.
we study that in class, you remember class?
i guess we both learned a lot from our day in school.
now i’m off to hunt your friends, i’m on a safari.
a recess playtime, i win.
tism · Apr 25, 2003 at 8:59 pm
pickin’ on the popular kids again I see…lol
robot runaway · Apr 26, 2003 at 11:11 am
They deserve it!
Too bad the above is partly fiction.
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