The stories that they told you all were lies,
He warned me on the bus ride back to school.
That’s how they get their kicks, those wise-ass guys.
It’s cruel, but folks like you aren’t hard to fool.
They’ll never see you after this, so where’s
The harm? We bring our students every year—
Oh, I’ve heard all their sad requests for prayers
And sorry tales. To students, they appear
Unfairly jailed, but you’re not that naïve.
You don’t believe those lies, I hope? They’ve killed—
And brutally. They know how to deceive—
Trust me. They’ve quartered bodies like meat, grilled
The toes, and stabbed their girlfriends in the heart.
They’ll teach you who to trust, though, if you’re smart.