The kids have me surrounded
They’re carrying a knife
They’re calling me their schoolyard names
They’re threatening my life
I really am much taller
They come up to my knees
But there just are so many
And they laugh at my pleas
They want all of my money
But I don’t have enough
They say they’ll stab my kneecaps
These children are so rough
If only I could fool them,
Distract them with some trick,
But the future holds me hostage
And I feel a little sick.
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