In third grade I looked at myself every day in the mirror
And never once recognized the face,
But I started this club by handing out these paperclips
And everyone wanted to be in it.
I learned that there was nothing to do
And just as somebody’s gotta win,
At this monitored game on security cameras,
Somebody’s gotta lose,
In this colorful plight
For the understandings
Of other weird looking beings.