Jason the Unpopular

When Jason wiped snot on a mod’s jacket in the kitchen
His conscience was watching from behind the fridge
He got mistaken for a poofter outside Kingburger’s
And cried into his moustache
He declared his chips horrible
And threw them into the gutter
Later he went for a walk in the park
Children ran up and spat at him
Even the birds in the trees seemed to whisper, «GET FUCKED!»
There was a message for him when he got home
His mother had rung him to tell him he was DEAD!
DEAD!
DEAD!
DEAD!