Thoughts of the Teenage Old Analytical Confusion

a/n: if you can dissect the meaning of this, either linebyline or the general overal meaning(though that might be hard to do)I'd give you &mad& props. 3

Illusion was the name of a typist who counted dots on her ceiling

One day pretending it was a game a dream or a thing

To which we all sipped tea in a dark room

Faded by the lights of a profession in which we never wanted these jobs

Skill is lacking in today’s markets the scores scores scores

And you can’t lose just don’t lose it

Make it through a couple hours you’re smart future is looking good kid

Kids are running around smashing tomatoes with picket fences driving their cars

Into limousines of celebrities

Who are friends who teach our children the necessary fundamentals of

Algebra and how to

Rhyme scheme

That doesn’t know exactly how to deal with the pressures of being a homophobic

Elephant in a zoo full of tarantulas

That nip and know how to persuade even the most cunning adult that their sanity is all in the hands of

A few decent marks on a card, because that’s reverse

)Psychology(

We use it on them to take the pressure off

Two) three seven the answer is ten

Tuesday night will be reserved for Ted(when and if daddy says I can I’ll take out the car)

And everything will be good again

Backstabbing Suzy and the legion of morons of mars and when the planets align

They say that’s physics, baby

You can pass on grass but when you bring the petal to the metal you better

Stay cool and stay in school because

Drug free is the way to be when your high and low and

The spiders are the only thing keeping you

From your democratic suicidal (homosexually) political view of the interrogation of ants in

A society run by administration who like to

Harass individuals with testing so absurd

To challenge the body with an endless view or words and parodies

And intertwining words

Six six seven and a two divided by nothing is nothing new

Nothing to me and nothing to you

The nothing to the animals and liars getting their hands on televisions

Looking for jobs when the market is bad

And cheating on their wives with telephone wires

And ending their lives with an endless stream of talk talk talk talk

I can’t stand the beats I get out of the kitchen

I have to get out of the room the room is small and dark

Will the spiders eat my psychology now?