Grandpa's Rant
What can you say
About kids these days
'Cept they ain't got no respect
Walking around
Like a bunch of clowns
Hey punks pull up your pants
I don't really care
To see your underwear
Or any skid marks running up the back
Put on a belt
And if nothing else
It'll hold in all that lazy fat
And what you call music
I'm going to lose it
If I hear any more of that crap
Back in the day
We had people who sang
That didn't sound like a half strangled cat
And the way you cover your skin
With ink from the pen
In what you think are cool tattoos
I wonder what they'll look like
Later in life
When all that skin is hanging loose
All those piercings you've got hanging
Some even dingle dangling
Pretty much match the hole in your head
If you took them out kiddie
I bet the wind through you would whistle Dixie
That's pretty much it "Nuff Said"
Thanks Grandpa!
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