Coke bottle glasses, I'm
sitting in the corner with my
finger up my nose, and my
shoelaces untied again,
another day of school with
no friends.  A social outcast,
two grades ahead in math,
with my highwater pants,
giving meaning to pencil-
necked-geek, a dork or so
to speak, tounge-in cheek.

They're all sucker-punching
me, get in line for a wedgie.
All I want and all I need, is
someone who believes in
me.

A song sung for underdogs,
for all the left out.  A flag
flying for losers, somewhere
in the Heavens.  The God of
ever-lasting comfort,
believed in me, loved me
when I was faithless, he still
died for me.

Junior High schooler with
pencils in my pockets, and
my Trapper Keeper busted,
spilling papers and bookds
on the floor, not wanting
seventh grade anymore.
Another class-clown, acting
like a goof to be accepted
by my peers,
giving meaning to pencil-
necked-geek a dork or so
to speak, tounge in cheek.