Hypocrisy
Sat on the stool i viewed in disgust,
the length of her skirt, I hope there is no gust.
I turn to the kid's, in there ear i would hover,
"Hey kid's never judge a book by it's cover".
I turn to the left and I'm taken quite ill,
I spy three young lads, seeing one pop a pill.
I can't quite believe what I'v seen over here,
As the barman pulls me another cold beer.
I step to one side as the punk goes to pass,
My gosh what a state, it's totally crass.
"look mum there goes that guy in the pink",
"Now children don't stare, it's rude don't you think?".
It's hard being a parent, show what's right and wrong,
Each class, creed and color, we sing the same song.
Don't be judgemental, you should always be nice,
I'm an English hypocrite, I ignore my advice.
Copyright © Carolyne Lloyd-Hartley | Year Posted 2010
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