The lunch bell rings, and not a minute too soon
My stomach has been growling ever since noon
Didn't get enough to eat in the morning, guess it's my fault
But as soon as I set foot in the lunch line,
BOOM! Face flat on the asphalt.
I get up, not to my suprise
A couple of hoodlums, one with some fries
The fries look nice and crisp, wish i could have em'
With blood running from my nose, I said "Hey what gives?!"
No response, only some cheesy laughs
I guess it's funny, picking on the f*g
I dust off my shirt , and tie up my shoes
Turning the other cheek, will probably do
Getting in the lunch line, tears ready to break
Another set of them, cut right through
"Hey, what gives?!"
Chill out, f*g.
I hold it in, trying not to blow
Can't get suspended again, for going toe to toe
They pull out an apple, shiny and red
But poke a hole in it with a pencil instead
One pulls out a lighter, another a sandwhich baggie
They pinch the killer out from the bag
and sprinkle it on the apple stem, ignoring the f*g
a kiss from the apple, they each get
smoke fills the air, with a unpleasant scent,
their work there is done.
So they move along, without any lunch.
It's my turn in line
My name, a burger cries
"Would you like an apple?"
no thanks, I think i'll take the fries.
What I learned, and hope to never forget
Apples and killers, don't mix right
Hoodlums and f*gs, don't mix right
Then what mixes right?
Misery and company.
Let's all team up, under the rainbow or not, and end bullying.