Story R

Varmints In Weird Garmints 

Get those melancholy teenagers

who try to look so Goth.

Always lurking in the shadows

dressed like anorexic moths.

Or the ones with all the tattoos

like they've caught some ink disease

Or the ones with all the pierces.

It's so gross! What if they sneeze?

And get those inner city artists

painting flashy trash on walls

with their snapping and their rapping

and their rhyming, taunting calls.

Or the ones from other countries

cooking strange and pungent foods.

Sliding slang into our language

causing strange and brazen moods

They are varmints in weird garmints!

They offends and they affronts.

They should pack up all their footprints.

They should leave this world at once.

They must climb aboard a rocket ship

a one way trip. Bye bye.

And live on another planet

in the corner of the sky.

Get those coffee drinking Boomers

in their jumbo S.U.V.'s.

Holding meetings on their cell phones

anywhere they please.

Or those outer city hippies

driving bumper sticker vans.

And still living in the 60's

like folk music Peter Pans.

They are varmints in weird garmints!

They affronts and they offends.

They should pack up all their differences.

They should leave this world at instances.

They must climb aboard a rocket ship

a one way trip. Bye bye.

And live on another planet

in the corner of the sky.

I admit I have a vision, but I don't think I'm alone.

I just want everyone around me to fit in my comfort zone.

And, finally I've done it. Yes, I've cleared away the bums.

And it's safe now to go out and survey

what the world's become.

It is boring, boring, boring!

It is humdrum. It is blaaaah.

I'm so bored I may stop dreaming

I must leave this world right now.

I must climb aboard a rocket ship

a desperate trip, bye bye,

And chase after pretty colors

in the corners of the sky.