The Rackets

you cornered me knocking my books from my hands teasing taunting reading my prayers out loud to your buddies they've joined in your wrath against me I've decided to take the long way home tonight from piano lessons my gentle spirit wants to fear you as my mind is angered tormented daily you cling to me like duct tape over my mouth threats mental torture demanding my songs be yours my prayers be your prayers deep down i can't help but wonder are you human attall extorting emotions rackteering tears exploiting pain mafia mayheim al capone reciting john keats in a robe and slippers over looking the lexington smoking a very stale cigar