Of Immense Social Importance

Prom Queen is announced,
And everyone will smile anyway,
Even through gritted teeth -
The Diamond-dusted tablecloth
They're chewing it, incensed.

Everyone is happy,
(licked before we started anyway)
Everything as normal -
Unless, of course, it's my friend Lizzie
Shuffling to the stage
Queened with tacky plastic crown
And they're wearing their grins down

And BAM!
Pig's blood
Sheep's blood
Sugar Syrup
Doesn't matter
Covered in
Sticky red burkha
Blue eyes open -

But she can't blast the joint apart
Can't set their ballgowns all ablaze
Can't send them screaming throught the streets of Elland
Or trap them to burn.
Lizzie can't do this.

This is why we let it slide -
This is why we remain
What we were born to be.