Monkey Meat

I went to school today

The menu called for pasta

I hopped in line 

And spent my time

Staring at the girl in front of me

I grabbed a tray

And made my way 

To the front of the queue

Where the fuck is the pasta?

School's giving us chicken strips

It tastes like shit on my lips

School's giving us monkey meat

What the hell am I supposed to eat?

Two-fifty was in my wallet

Fifty cents since I bought it

It was a waste,

That's my confession

Bought some cookies from the concession 

I walk up to the stand

Put the money in her hand

She says it's not enough

What the fuck?

You think you're funny

You're a schmutz

You want more money?

Tax my nuts

Teachers want to raise the prices

Time for you to meet who Bryce is