Writer's Cramp entry, Winner 11/6! A kid goes to boot camp. |
I’m sixteen and in some trouble They say I’ve a real bad ‘tude I don’t know what they’re talking about ‘Cause yo man, I’m one cool dude. I’m headed down to boot camp My soul needs some adjustment People say I’m bad and mean But me, I say, well, fuck it. They’ll drag me kickin' and screamin' ‘Cause I really don’t want to go; Crazy people come and hang at this place But I’ll tell ya for me it ain’t so. I’ll sit through a counseling session But my mind won’t pay attention; They’ll all talk some shit, and give up some lip But I’ll be thinking defection. The doc will ask some me questions And wonder if I have a heart; I’ll pretend to be deep With things I don’t mean And outwit the doc—hey, I’m smart. That night I’ll escape through a window Meet my buddies and go ‘bout with my plans; They’ll look for me here And look for me there But I’ll be gone in a hot-wired van. I’ll go and rob the liquor store And I’ll kill the guy at the counter Sirens will sound, there’s blood all around-- I admit, it'll be a fucked-up encounter. Later the police will catch me Even though I'd've run as fast as I could I’ll be headed to jail for the crime I committed-- Maybe boot camp woulda done me some good. |