text: Sank into their calculations and snorted on a stench
  Of their arithmetic
  Look for the boy who was hanging his head low
  More trophies and ideas to follow their pretend
  With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
  He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles
  Afterwards those spiky whispers said he brought his own rope
  And skipped the bits they loathed
  Didn’t scramble to find a dock leaf and capture back our hope
  To advice, his mind had closed
  He lost all of his foot holes
  And with a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
  He followed with obedience and fell in the nettles
  Fell in the nettles, fell in the nettles
  He was a toothpick and the garlic and the cinder upon the path
  Had failed to blunt or hinder the slow collapse
  And clinging to the door frame, he was trapped
  Off to a reminder of where he had been
  With a smile in his pocket and a scowl on his face
  There was nowhere to flee, so sat content in the nettles