I'm too old to be
told what to do
by those who use too
I hate what they
made do
what they were trying
to turn me into
I had to rebel in order
to break loose
write my own verse
to reverse the curse
dropped a few dollars
in my mother's purse
I was bad but could
have been worse
I liked pâté
hate liverwurst
read the dictionary
there was no need to curse
those who found themselves
in a conversation with me
had to work on their diction
they had nothing to discuss
learning is my addiction
my mission is chronic
principal matters
about to bust
like a full bladder
pissed on by my kin folks
struck a match
it all went up in smoke
wear a mask so you
won't choke
sometimes I can be
a comedian but I
ain't no joke
told to stifle but
still spoke
some would be
buried deep
thanks to me
I held back the heat
no gas leak
I let them sleep
tucked my sheets
in case I walk in my sleep
it's flammable liquid
careful not to waste it
smells so loud
I can taste it
I was told that hate is
a strong word
it can't bend steel
because I'm still here
my enemies greatest fear