RAMPAGE #81
Left out and abandoned, I feel particularly proud of myself for crashing
your party!
You were all standing, talking, sipping your cute little cocktails
Getting all nice and anebriated
The band played nice music. A little too jazzy for your taste, but still.
It was just perfect for you, Ms. High Society
Then.
BAM!
There I was!
Uninvited!
You bet yer' fuckin' ass I was uninvited!
Dressed in a wife-beater and short shorts
I lumber through the crowds of hipsters and lamers.
I fist a handful of cocktail wieners from the snack table
I swallow 'em down, spit half of 'em at your high-society friends
And when I cross the chick in the white dress with the primed red hair and
fake boobs
I slap her on the ass and keep on walking
Her boyfriend taps me on the shoulder
I turn around with a swing and lay him down flat
Woops! That was that wannabe mod, Carl from two blocks down?
It doesn't matter! I kick him, and use his blood for face paint!
Ah! I see you hired security.
You were expecting me!
They close in from all sides, but I hop onto the stage
In spite of his objections, I grab the bass players bass, and impale a
guard on the stand!
I then throw the bass player himself at the second guard!
Then, I pull an altered, fully gout Mac 10 from my shorts.
I fill the last guard with ten rounds, and nobody stops me from reloading.
Now I have your attention
And with hot dog juice and blood on my face
I scream into the microphone
This is me hating myself
This is me destroying myself
This is me wanting your attention
This is what you were missing out on!
Aren't you glad I showed up?