"I return from the depths of hell, my friends,

And I've learned a good number of things.

However, what is beneficial depends

On what exactly said info does bring.

But for light entertainment on your part and mine,

I suppose I can share some just once,

Of the things that I've learned, come to like, and despise

So that you and I may be corrupt.

I have learned that the bathrooms are like beauty parlors,

In which I can easily sufficate

Because all of the girls (most of which wish for daughters)

Are preoccupied applying perfume spray

And they all apply makeup - scary clowns they resemble!

With their fake nails and big pouffy hair;

But they don't seem to like me, I see, as I tremble

As, with fake eyelashes, they all glare.

Oh, there is so much more that I wish to share with you, friends,

However I fear I'll run out of room.

So I shall take my leave; down the stairs I descend

To the very strange place called high school.

Where on earth do we start?

Do we speak from the heart?

Or say it like it is?

How they rip me apart,

Not their best work of art,

It's something that wont' be missed.

How they come from down under,

How they ruin and plunder,

It's all part of a game.

Deafened by the loud thunder,

I just can't help but wonder,

Did they spark this morbid flame?