Mister Frye, The Janitor Guy - Cretin

Goddamn teachers, never appreciating what I do, never looking me in the eye,

and the children, just

as bad, cleaning up their mess, throwing food just to spite me, chanting, «Mister Frye, the janitor guy,

Mister Frye with the lazy eye,» and smiling, mopping, I just say, «Now children, you must never throw

your trash in the side garden,» and they do it anyway, but would they if they

knew it’s been me all along,

when they sing, «Mister Frye, the toilet doesn’t work, we can’t flush, you stupid jerk,»

years and years

I’ve stopped the water, stealing all their turds, carrying them inside my

pockets, planting them in soil,

tending my garden, growing it green and beautiful, something no one can take

from me, those shitty

fucking brats, forty fucking years, and now that tree is more than strong

enough, and will they close the

school, what will happen when they find me hanging from the bough,

will the kids sing if I can’t hear

them, «Mister Frye, dead and blue, Mister Frye, his pockets full of poo»?