Backpack Bonfire

Emo kids — not going on a hike
Going to a show — putting up a front
Standing in one place — with arms folded
Time to fetch the lighter fluid
Knock 'em down, take their packs
Stack 'em on the floor, throw in a match
Dance with glee as the ignite
They pose no threat, they just pose
Self appointed punk police
Torch their righteous facades
Holier than thou, wholly full of shit