Mrs. Blaileen

Mrs. Blaileen - she was a sixth grade teacher And she controlled the children By using humiliation The target always seemed to be Donny He was a bit slower than the others When he was quite young His mother died at the kitchen table While choking on some food The fashion of the day Was bleach and tied Levi's Donny decided to make some But he didn't know to rinse them So he came to school a reekin' Bleach stenched filled the classroom Mrs. Blaileen began to chastise She made him feel like an asshole Two feet small Oh what a lonely boy Don and Ronald They always stuck together For they were a bit different than the others And they were as tight as brothers Then Ronald moved away Now Steven He was year or two younger And he really thought he was something He liked to harass other children Or anyone he found outnumbered Alone Don walks from fishing Steven and his friend they stop him They took his hat and they taunt him Pimp-slap him with a newspaper Don lunged forward with his fish knife Then ran all the way home weeping He gave his knife to his father and Said "I think I hurt Steve." Oh what a lonely boy