A melody wraps its notes around my neck like a snake,
A bite from the Tree of Knowledge of Good & Evil,
An apple of knowledge burst it sweet nectar of lava over the lands,
Tar pouring into the minds of the good, and from the stick to the lungs,
Evil comes out in puffs, and the Never Lands take over ones mind,
A land where only some can enter, if taken the green leafs,
They burst into leaves and are crushed into bits,
Like ones imagination in a school of dicks,
These dicks are called peers-ones that hold you in their hands,
Some are strong-others weak.
The strong are the weak and the weak the strong,
Reverse psychology is a damn bitch,
Graduation comes and we hold our drinks up to the Grads,
They hold our future in their disgusting hands,
Our world is run by the weak-and the strong ones are left in the dark.
One can only hope one day, we will all realize the truth.