Preschool adherence

 Fresh morning breathe in the dew eight degrees
Ash tree waits for the sun to come through
My little legs take me to preschool
I lived for the sweet freshness of the air

trade it anytime for the dust of the classroom
And then I became a stupid teacher
But back to being a toddler
Sensing percieving loving the glistening grass

The dew gives me the impression it rained
Mother corrects me
The other kids are all obsessed with the same thing
Couldn't they just cut my head off?

and replace it with one that thought the same as they did
as these other little motherfuckers
All repeating the same catch phrase
So long as you say it, you are okay

And if you dont say it
The fuckwits bully you
Mornings were quick
I found blocks

Another introvert would come over
I'd slowly brainwash him out of the herd
as we built some bullshit we saw on t.v
Then I built things noone had ever seen

They called it strange and stupid
I was too little to defend myself
Age doesnt cure stupidity
Fuckwits love conformity