The Ballad of B.W.
One born where none have since been born,
Where none have found their home.
One whom no one would call their friend,
One man who walked alone.
His life it seemed had led to this,
He had no choice or say.
His life had led to one event,
That took place late one May.
He parked his car and locked its doors,
He entered school that day.
Til three o'clock he sat in silence,
He stared as if to say...
"Today's the day, my time has come,
To do what I must do.
I'll right what's wrong, pay all that's owed,
And all because of you."
"You steal my things, you leave your bottle
Caps for me to find.
The year is through now time to pay."
It seemed he'd lost his mind.
The students watched in shock, in terror,
As B.W. turned around.
His ring came off, his tie, his shirt,
Then his pants fell to the ground.
"Up yours suckers," in expo-marker,
Was written 'cross his chest.
Then on the back in smaller print
Something starting with F.
His clothes in hand, he exited
Down all the halls he ran.
He entered every single room,
Gym, chorus, band.
He left the building, shouting still,
Drove his car towards the town.
He waved his hand now as he left,
But had four fingers down.
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