Routine

There was a bulletin board, and it was covered in pictures of men and women.

I feel pretty clean

Even though I'm high

I feel pretty alive

Even though I might die

God, it's sick

Living in this world

Every girl wants a dick

Every dick wants a girl

And there's nothing

Nothing at all

To make me happy

For more than a while

Open the paper

See who's dead

Take the stapler

To his head.