An open verse to State College.

What do you know?

You think you have me figured out,

From the clothes on my back to the music in my head.

You think I exist in a world separate from yours,

A world of anarchy and recklessness,

Yet you seem to know it so well.

You think I prey on your

Civilized and upper-class caviar

Then skip town with the check

Looking back only long enough to

Catch a glimpse of the gypsy whore I left behind.

What do you know?

My friend, if you knew me,

You would see me as your son,

Your daughter.

I am no different from you or your

Family.

Do family members rape and murder their own kin?

Would a person burgle his own home?

My friend,

You do not know me at all.