Actually, it’s after hours around these parts and
Boy, your beat box booms too loud.
Couldn’t you keep it quiet?
Do you desire decay of order?
Do you enjoy the idea of everyone eventually
Falling far from forming lines?
Go on and get your good laughs in:
Hinder us from holding honesty
In our hearts and in our eyes.
Go on and jest and joke about our justice,
Keep calling names and causing commotion,
Let your language call out lies.
Maybe making memories will magically wake you up
Not only to your nonsense notions of the norm,
Or to your obnoxious observations of others,
But possibly to the potential of becoming a productive person.
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