I am the spectacled magician
Man of the streets running by my intuition
Mile high ambitions but those were just me wishing
For a better life, better scenery
Hidden in the back 'cause kids were mean to me
Cut their throats and let them bleed, well, metaphorically...
I'm tired of the social struggles with us mammals
The troubles and the battles
Accomplishing nothing and still called an asshole
Now I'm so paranoid I flinch from my own shadow
I was nerd and a geek since I turned a teen
My looks were all based on genes
And looked like fire and acetylene
No ladies would get with me
I tried to stick with the books
Study hard and avoid the dirty looks
Every step I took I fell deeper as a crook
Became violent and erratic
Brain always pushing up static
Becoming problematic
Deranged as a fanatic
Until I beat a kid until it was traumatic
That escalated quickly, I love these threads.