by Corn Syrup
When the Dickie Dee came around, he'd buy his ice-cream first, and others would follow. Even if they didn't like ketchup-marmalade flavour, they licked away as if it was their mother's breast. Dumb conformists.
"Life sucks", he would say as he took another drag from his smoke. He called it a smoke, others would call it fag, but he was different. He was a rebel. As he grew older he went through the parent problems, the teacher problems and of course the farm animal problems. Typical problems of today's rebels. When he turned 17 he got himself a gun, and was feared by most of the gangs.
At the age of 18 he did what he thought was the most non-conformist things around, he started playing the Banjo. Little did he know that all the other gangs had at least 3 banjo players each.
On his 19th birthday his dad bought him 'Quit Smoking The Easy Way'. That night he started reading it, and a few weeks later his lungs were fresh and pure as a goat chewing wheat on a cold winter's day.
He graduated from high school and went on to Univeristy. He was captain of the Chess Club, and Vice-President of the math club. Soon he was wearing ties to bed, then to classes, and then to the poker games. His ear grew over his earring before he had a chance to react. He was becoming a conformist, and no one could stop him.
After University he moved to New Brunswick and started a school for the mentally handicapped. The funny thing is, he was a cow.
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