The Shit

Ask (The aged can't accomodate change)
Let's let them die 'fore we change our ways
The teacher for the toilet
Dispose your fluids, mostly sweat
Wipe your arse, take a sniff
Mmm yeah, that's the shit

I got a knife in this
I can eat rice with this

I'm back with the shovel (Ah, back with The Shovel are we?)
You gave it
Wait, you fed me that shit, brother we made it together (Ah)
I dug our grave with it, I'm the obsessed ex lunatic (Yeah?)
You pumped shit in me, old rubble
We can use it together, exploit or expose it (And?)
Now I'm back with the shovel to disclose the shit (Fine, c'mon)

They love pissing you off, it gets them off
These fucking losers, that act as law
Behave as courtly but without thought
No self-control, reach, more, sovereignty, whore
Not an ounce of altruism just spite in bureaucratic court

A laminated list, I had pinned
That you skimmed, its a risk, it'd sayed
Don't alienate, over a half-term grade
Reminds me of when I brought a knife into school
To cut a beefcake but got expelled
For three days like I deserted the steak
It's all about that stab stab stab with the
Wait, what's that?

I got a knife in this
I can eat in rice in this
I ride a bike in this
I have a fight in this, ah

Weld me the beat as I become another saucer heat
Frying salsa poured into your eyes, nose, your ears, eat
Don't cross us, don't test, punch as in squash
Your face is a pug's, you won't forget
Pours tears, like drink, we have a head and sink
Pullin' hair like do you want to breathe, huh?
You a drown, stop fighting, I told you, the kids here never learn
I'll flatten out your fuckin' Ebbinghaus forgetting curve

I'm not here to tell you what it means to be an artist
But if you overrule all original decisions from your pupils
That much I noticed
Then you'll be in reach of the furthest
From the top of my list
Of people who've commit themselves this shit
Who's creativity I'll want to publicly concede and acknowledge
You're too basic but ironic when you talk it's acidic (yes, yes)
The grey is lifting, the sharpness is beheaded

Dignity's brittle and ridged: it's acrylic
Coil on the floor, snake oil on the canvas
Are you the origin of anything original?
All you do is judge us, when you speak its pure drivel
You have no answers
When you see cancer, I see a beauty
Muse of nobody, hollow aesthetic
Maximalist, dense, an angry atrocity
Ideas you're taking
Leave no coherence in your methodology
The master of nothing

2014, Matt Broomfield, The Tab (Guess who returned?)
Nothing to say, endeavour-less leechers
Cover teachers, never left school
What did this haberfloggery inbreeding do to you
It don't even seem like you got any views

(Adam, mess these kids up)
Watch the sexy flame hover just above the wick
The blue to orange how it glides through air and makes the candle drip
Watching people they feel kinda small, predictable
How a droplet make the pond ripple
Excitement through spine as I lay weapons under bed
Distinctive interpretations cross stories of symbolism let's
A smirk run through my face as my secrets nearly blurt out
Transcending moral boundaries I kinda hope they find out
It's the craftiness, killing rabbits
Yes there's no fun in the untwisted
In school I brought in lighter fluid
Since as long as I remember (c'mon)

C'mon, c'mon, yeah
See a crowd of year 10s gathering 'round me
The world on our round table
Handwritten fables, steamrolling, arranging
Buildings and trees painted by other people
(And we moved) so much in so little (yeah)
Those fraud paper hoarders, state-apparatuses, so scared
As we cheer
Just ceiling tiles raining down as we sail from Moon to Mars
Remember how we got here
Without fear
Projectiles speeding through mud and the studded slide
Ricocheting, 'gainst a rugby shirt 'n freezing face blisters
And I'm coated up above love
Lad we're here with ya!