Gamits Broken Instrument
Good morning Mr. Heart
Thank you for meeting with me
I hope I’m not wasting your time
You look like hell today
Grey hair and polyester
I wonder if you’re flammable
Cause you’re gonna regret that you didn’t respect me
The god you believe in will still guarantee that you burn
I did now it’s your turn
Mr. Heart you have failed
My mother and my father
They trusted you with everything
Do you have any more
Guilt or humiliation
I don’t believe I’ve had my fill
My Ogden has taken me out in the hall
In an effort to make an example for all
I admit it did hurt just a bit
When the instrument broke on the back of my legs
I was proud and the anger was more than the pain that I felt
I hope you are in hell
You are the source of my worst frustrations
I will enjoy this retaliation
I will inform them of your transgressions
They will eject you
Know the error of your ways
Those halls are empty now
Cracked tiles and rusted lockers
That world had long been abandoned
