The Disapproving Song
I worked a charity event last night for my service club and couldn't help but notice a couple of older folks who were "looking down" at all of the kids coming in and out of the basketball arena. Statements like "did you see her? Pregnant and no wedding ring..." "Well what do you expect?" "Somebody is paying good money so they can act the fool..."
So in their honor, the disapproving song...
Hey, pregnant girl walking
Can't you hear us talking?
We see your belly hanging low
No wedding ring do you show
You're just another tragedy
Another social malady.
In judgment we sit mightily
Whispering our gossip spitefully
Pointing our fingers without risk
Shaking our heads, saying "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk."
Hey young men covered in paint
Covering areas your own clothes ain't
You play the fool while Daddy pays
I bet you lay around all day
Being another lazy tragedy
Happy to be a social malady.
In judgment we sit mightily
Whispering our gossip spitefully
Pointing our fingers without risk
Shaking our heads, saying "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk."
Hey kids, you should be like us
Balding and fat, making a fuss
Stuffing our faces while we judge
Wishing someone had brought fudge
But at least we ain't no tragedy
Or contributing to a social malady.
In judment we sit mightily
Whispering our gossip spitefully
Pointing our fingers without risk
Shaking our heads, saying "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk."
Judge on my friends, judge on. You're doing your generation proud.
(Yes, I know writing this post makes me just like them but hey, I sit in judgment mightily, writing my rantings spitefully, pointing my fingers without risk, shaking my head saying tsk, tsk, tsk...")
So in their honor, the disapproving song...
Hey, pregnant girl walking
Can't you hear us talking?
We see your belly hanging low
No wedding ring do you show
You're just another tragedy
Another social malady.
In judgment we sit mightily
Whispering our gossip spitefully
Pointing our fingers without risk
Shaking our heads, saying "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk."
Hey young men covered in paint
Covering areas your own clothes ain't
You play the fool while Daddy pays
I bet you lay around all day
Being another lazy tragedy
Happy to be a social malady.
In judgment we sit mightily
Whispering our gossip spitefully
Pointing our fingers without risk
Shaking our heads, saying "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk."
Hey kids, you should be like us
Balding and fat, making a fuss
Stuffing our faces while we judge
Wishing someone had brought fudge
But at least we ain't no tragedy
Or contributing to a social malady.
In judment we sit mightily
Whispering our gossip spitefully
Pointing our fingers without risk
Shaking our heads, saying "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk."
Judge on my friends, judge on. You're doing your generation proud.
(Yes, I know writing this post makes me just like them but hey, I sit in judgment mightily, writing my rantings spitefully, pointing my fingers without risk, shaking my head saying tsk, tsk, tsk...")
Labels: Sarcasm Run Amok, Songs
posted by Frustrated Writer | 5:07 AM
5 Comments:
I hate that attitude. Why can't they just shut up? Sheesh. I hope the kids had a good time even with this.
Just remember that whenever you point your finger at someone you have 3 more pointing right back at ya. Of course there is a finger that you could give them that doesn't involve your other fingers pointing back at you.
ugh..just ugh...
Those lyrics seem to go with the tune "I'd like to teach the world to sing".
It is hard not to form opinions about matters, but keep them to yourself. The people saying these things about the girl are idiotic. And there is a difference between pointing it out later in a rant and passing judgement with no right at a social function. I liked your poem.
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