| SOCIAL DEVIANT I WONDER DOWN THE STREET OF WALKERS AND BUYERS HANDING OUT SUSHI RESTAURANT FLYERS I LUMBER ON, TURNED DOWN BY MANY A FACE AND KEEP GOING TILL SOME GANG MEMBERS GIVE CHASE RUNNING FLAT OUT DOWN THE STREET OF UNQUESTIONING FACES ENQUIRING MINDS IN SOCIAL PLACES NO HELP FROM ANYONE AS I'M HUNTED DOWN FOR FUN BY THIS GANG WHO WISH FOR ME TO DROWN WHY CAN'T I GET DECENT JOB? LIKE MY STEP-DAD DID FROM UNCLE BOB BUT EVENTUALLY I GIVE IN, AND CANNOT RUN NO MORE THIS LIFE, STATE OF BEING, IS PRETTY POOR THEY GRAB ME AND PULL ON MY CLOTHES THE PAPER FLIES AS CROWDS APPEAR IN DROVES A SPECTATORS SPORT IT SEEMS IS THE SAVAGE BEATING OF ONE YOUNGER WITH WOODEN BEAMS AT LAST, THE INTERCEPTION OF THE POLICE GUYS BUT THE GANG ESCAPE, WHY? WELL, WHO ATE ALL THE PIES? THEY PICK ME UP AND DUST ME OFF QUICK AND THEN THEY RUN TO SIT AND LOOK SICK NO HELP FOR A SOCIAL 'DEVIANT' LIKE ME IN PROPORTION OF ME TO THEM, I AM THE SIZE OF A FLEE THE BARE MINIMUM IS MY NORMALITY BUT FOR SOME REASON, I AM CAST INTO CONFORMITY OH GOD THIS IS POINTLESS ONE USELESS JOB AFTER ANOTHER IS WORTHLESS I AM A DEVIANT TO SOCIAL ORDER BUT ONLY IN THIS INSANE WORLD OF MENTAL DISORDER THE INANE CHATTER OF THOSE BETTER ENDOWED USHERS IN THE CLOWNS WHO BOWED TO THE PSYCHIATRIST'S INFORMATION AND WITH A SENSE OF ABOLITION NOW SOME THREE WEEKS LATER WORKING IN McDONALD'S, I HAVE MET MY MAKER OH, THE DULL AND DRUDGERY OF MY LIFE INCESANT CHILDREN, FRENCH FRIES AND STRIFE AH WELL, IT CAN'T BE MUCH FURTHER UNTIL I TURN TO MURDER AND FINISH OFF ALL THESE CRETTINS BUT ONLY ON A BAD DAY OF VRUTAL SOCIAL PETTINGS |