A Passing Storm

It seems that a bad cloud of rudeness is on the horizon That would like to cause bad weather Seems to have a real bad attitude Make one wonder where respect has gone Maybe could be a lack of a strap of leather No more Yes Sir and No Sir, now, "Hey old dude" They say that it is just a trend, "talking trash" They say that they are cool and that they rule Until that talk lands them in jail And big old Bubba settles their hash Then they see the real fool Because in there it is pass or fail Some say that they will grow out of it, just having fun But some never do, is there to stay Like a gentle breeze to a hurricane Then the damage has been done When the Devil is at play In one way or another we all feel the pain A playful whirlwind to a terrible tornado Twisting and tearing as it makes it's path Most all are in this form Hell bent for leather as they go Spinning out of control spreading their wrath No, it is not just a passing storm