Ren McCormick stands next to Screech
In the back of the choir
In the middle, where the bases
Overpower the tenor and baritone drones
As they roll along the baseline of melodies.
Blood red and swollen tonsils
Have put my voice in chains
Slightly lucid, I ride the flow of notes cascading
From the rows in the lecture hall.

Come to the music and sing alleluia,
We've walked the lonesome road
And found each other in a distant land
Among the trills and clicks in foreign tongues.
Truly 'tis the gift to be simple
When lyrics tamper with the emotions
Of teenage Irish beauties with stolen combs.