I had a pretty good high school experience,
I’m kinda glad that I wasn’t bullied too bad,
I wasn’t necessarily uncool,
But of course, kids can be cruel,
The worst part about school,
Was that the air wasn’t very clean,
The school was located in between
A dog food factory,
A horse racing track
And a crematorium
Yes, student’s olfactory senses were under attack.
The combination of dog food and horse crap,
Created a pungent banquet for flies to come and snack,
You’d only have to open your mouth just a crack
For the flies to charge into your gob,
As it was their full-time job.

The fucking flies,
They were truly the worst,
It was like an animal had died.
You couldn’t even eat outside,
Without them swarming on your lunch,
I guess they added a little extra crunch,
We were infested by a plague,
A plague of tiny-winged insects,
Spreading germs to infect

The festy fucking files
I despise
Them, with their massive black eyes
Rubbing their grimy little hands together
Every time they land,
They vomit in their hands,
Only to suck it all back up
With their revolting little mouths

Their lust for filth and grime
Is truly a crime,
The worst days were when the factory was baking the dog treats,
The odour was suffocating,
It smelt of stale sweet off meats
That’s when the flies would charge and bombard,
They’d assault the schoolyard,
In masses,
We couldn’t escape,
Not even during classes,
The fucking flies,

My dad once told me,
That the Australian accent came to be,
Because of a fly infestation,
Across the country,
People would have to speak with their mouths only ajar
To avoid swallowing any larva,

Now you can fact check me on that.
Cause my dad’s account could be a load of spat,

The fucking flies,
Too bad the school couldn’t afford
To be fumigated or relocated,
Though students were disgusted
We eventually adjusted,
To the olid odour
And the pervasion
of the fly invasion
I bet they’re still rubbing their little hands together,
With such pleasure,
Buzzing,
Hovering,
Vomiting,
Hatching,
Maggots all over innocent kid’s lunches,
You’ve got no respect,
And you’ve got no regard,
For the schoolyard
Ya fucking two-eyed, six-legged, germ-infested insects.