Discipline under-minds my
attitude. Freedom is my
reward for failing and prying
Why must I have structure?
My spirit is aloft with imperfect
Authority can smell like a
rotting fish. Hold your nose,
and see through it. Feign
Say your prayers, and memorize
Backseat arguments were not the desired convention.
stay in line with the help of sugar and spice.
Claustrophobic rides provoke tempers and screaming.
Wonderful memories of disorder.
Don’t make me turn this car around!
Turn your car around.