Snap! Crackle! Pop! with Blueberries on top.

Da’da! I think that I’m broken.    
I smashed my collar bone and I feel all disjointed.
   
Syphle. I’m not concerned with you and your tryphles  
And if you tell your fucking mom I’m gunna gouge out your eyeballs  
   
Ok …  
   
…  
   
Shit! Kid please don’t not today.    
I’m all fucked up in a major way.  
I know that you think it’s a laugh to jump on my back  
But my dad’s got a really mean right hand. Crack! Fuck!  
   
Teacher! Teacher! I think I might have broken a bone!  
It’s gonna be ok. Is your mother at home?    
I think so. Why don’t you try her on the phone?    
I just did but all I got was the dial tone. Figures.  
   
Mom! Bo-bo, what happened?  
I went over the action,    
got bandaged up and put in traction.  
Did you tell Da’da? What was his reaction?  
   
Go upstairs and lay down, he’s on his way.  
Where is he? Laying down on his bed but he’s ok.  
Can I see him? Yeah, I’ll go with.  
No. Just get out of the hallway.    
   
Thud, thud, thud. Bang.  
How do I describe the visage that appeared before me?  
Well I was floored to see what happens when you anger authority  
Eyes that didn’t blink, his mouth was pursed so tightly.  
And his face is so purple that he might turn into a blueberry.  
   
What happened? Well this kid: WACK!    
…  
Now I want you to think of a high pitched note ringing in your ears  
…  
WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED!  
He didn’t scream, his voice went deadly  
What’s this iron in my mouth? Why my head so hefty?    
Is his hands around my throat? Shit.    
Well this kid: WACK! Gristle! Pop! Rice Krispies.