He has a requisite to fail
Kept clean and made to keep the surface sheen
Most coats can't keep the warmth in

He read the rights, maybes and wrongs
Leaving out, of course, the fact matters
Black and white can change things

Seated, smarmy and intent
To breaking all those rules with carelessness
The line gets blurred with motion

He saw the writings on the wall
He keeps the keepsakes that kept him here
A place of mystеry. Bored and boarded suits him fine

Concеived through sheer will and in contempt
Satisfaction, it waned
Turning more to hate
And leaving all the signs of told you so
Feeling outside settles in

He saw the writings on the wall
He keeps the keepsakes that kept him here
Same place of mystery. Maintain anonymous
And indiscreet for it keeps all the blood pumping
And it makes all of his routines stay the same

Good god this infamy. Cart wheeled infirmary
All of this attention keeps haste in detention

Allegorical to a "T". Categorized as crazed
Ink blots and ink dots fend. Surviving one more year at best