No prize for you

"Your all feckin mad
every last one of ya
if I was so sad
i'd teach my persona"

heard noises today
took a clear veiw
they came from your way
still I tried to teach you

hammers down no surprise
you fit the bill
no gold fish as prize
they'd close up their gills

so weep for that day
it ruined you
and as they'll all say
your through