Sir Day Walker

Praise Koolaid

There was this guy I really couldn’t stand.
He lived by the park, in the back of his Chevy van.

Mrs. Jones would bring him her freshed baked pies.
I wonder if Mr. Jones noticed the gleam in her eyes.

After all, we knew the pies were to hide her lies.
She always had messy hair when she was done.
Delivering her pies.

The little girl down the lane, said she could fly like a plane.

She jumped off the roof, arms spread wide.
The power lines sparked, then she died.

The guy at the store always looked happy.
I would be too if I grew up to sell Slurpees.

Now he’s in jail for selling the kids doobies.

The neighbors across the street had cactus in their yard.
I remember the day the Father yelled, called his kid a retard.

My Mom said they were wrong, but that I could send him a card.
At the place they sent him, far away in some place called Oxnard.

The mailman leaned over to Mom and whispered.
To this day, I don’t think the card was ever delivered.

I was suspended from school, for breaking some rules.
I threw chalk at a teacher, and put bubbles in the pool.

It didn’t matter though, ’cause from then on I was considered cool.

There was this guy who cut the grass, while we were all in class.
One day I was sneaking around, and saw him putting something in a glass.

It was the same stuff Mom used when Dad was being an ass.

Then the mower took his foot, and he dropped his glass in the grass.
Blood spattered the windows, I walked over and picked up the glass.
I still have it, the glass he dropped.

On that day, school let out at 12 O’Clock.

When I grow up…
I don’t wanna fly, I don’t want a pie, I won’t grow cactus,
and I’ll try not to put out an eye.

I’ll have a toke, I won’t sell dope, I’ll still love bubbles,
and I’ll be nice to special folks.

The End.