The weird kid is
not popular
not cool
not a thing at all in the eyes of the popular and the cool
But he plays a mean game of foosball.
He sees the holes you don’t
He shoots with uncanny precision
He scores before you even notice
He wins.
Riot in the cafeteria
Fake food flying in the air
Tables overturned, chairs thrown
Hair pulled, punches thrown
The faculty can’t handle it
They call in the cops.
The chaos spreads into the streets
Dumpsters on fire, flaming trash thrown
Cars turned on their sides and rolled over
Whole cases of empty beer bottles thrown
At riot cops firing tear gas back
It’s all over the news all night
These cute white kids all throwing a collective tizzy
so cute, so charming
this lily-white riot
they’re only having fun
Being dragged off to jail drunk and
foaming at the mouth
screaming at the cops
smashing news cameras
beating up reporters
looking like utter fools
Broadcast on live television to the whole world
And the whole world’s watching
All because the weird kid
Played a mean game of foosball.
