we all become
  what we most dislike
  in this picket fence cartel
  tell? there's nothing left to tell
    what have we become
  cycle all over again
  filled the shoes 'til i was ten
  in front of the classroom
  in front of my peers
  that day will always be remembered
  'cause it was etched in tears
    daddy taught well
  at the end of his belt
    we all become
  what we most dislike
  the walk is too long and i'm tired
  tell? there's nothing left to tell
    what will i become
  when it's my turn again
  will it hurt me more than it hurts them
  scotch tape the volume of my mouth
  withold the expression
  that i wasn't allowed
    daddy taught well
  at the end of his belt