So today, I went to Pentel!

School’s out I got froggies on the way home
“Croak, you shit croak,” yeah shithead c’mon die
Soaked in your shit asshole die really please now
Welllll, whatever.
School workbook, cover: Japonica,
Now filling with the notes I do take but hah
My life is already, completely fucked up.

Pentel oh, Pentel oh,
If only I could beg you, to save me from it all.
Pentel oh, Pentel oh,
If only I could beg you, round of ‘save me’ no change from usual, yeah.

Cyborg skin model: everyday Gran that I’m
Croaking right here beside, is flat-out
Nose in her book, doesn’t even glance up.
Welllll, whatever.
So today, I, went again, to Pentel.
“Some story not too high-drama please,”
Outside sun strikes through rainclouds.

Pentel oh, Pentel oh,
If only I could beg you, to save me from it all.
Pentel oh, Pentel oh,
My life’s last dregs, I will kick, wholly at your feet.

First school term, second term, and third term passes,
Time flutters caresses me around it, into its flow, and
On count one: I’m growing up
On count two: I’m growing up
On count three: Hey, I’m all grown up now.
Swallowed and swept up in a thick wind,
What is gonna come of me I wonder,
Like I always ponder but now my life’s
Precariously floating on the breeze,
Ahhh man screw this, soooo slowly I,
Have grown up.
I am now a fully-grown adult.
Carried along on a frigid gale;
A good-for-nothing fully-grown adult.
The Japonica workbook pages all, one-by-one they curl away,
Everything I learned and thought I knew, carried into the wind, disappears
Ahh, man, what do I do,
Ahh, man, like I could know. Fuck!

Let the storm batter me evermore,
Like an autumn leaf, destiny: rot and fall,
Thought itself as a life factor, is worthless! Checked every nook and that’s
what I’ve come to conclude.
School’s out gone home still full of froggies, “well whatever,” I blather and wow,
how far I’ll push, how far I’ll push,
All of this, just begging to live!?
“Fucking kill you,” I whisper then it’s, “I’m sorry,” while bowing my head,
That’s the unceasing pile of shit I really am.
Ahh, what’ll become of me, ahh, well like it matters! So today!
I went to Pentel!
Pentel oh, I went to Pentel oh, I’m still Pentel oh, gone to Pentel once again.
Pentel oh, I went to Pentel oh, I’m still Pentel oh, gone to shop again at Pentel.
Pentel oh, I went to Pentel oh, I’m still Pentel oh, looking to shop there again.
Pentel oh, I went to Pentel oh, I’m still Pentel oh, I am—
Pentel oh, oh yes oh Pentel oh, again at Pentel oh, again I am there.
Pentel oh, I went to Pentel oh, I’m still Pentel oh, shopping there right now.