We Interrupt This Program
Good evening Mr. and Miss America,
We interrupt your lives for the following foolishness that's in your hearing!
Your president has just ordered our young men to go to war.
Mothers are in prayer but not so much fearing
Of the unknown death that's over on the other side of the world.
The money is getting thinner like blood shed
But for only those who died that seems like it's in vain or something like that.
In cold blood they are dead
And the facts are just the facts
Or something you're going to hear or they let you hear....
I am sorry in taking your precious valuable time
On news, no such foolishness, you are hearing in your ears
But it's hard too dangerous to say what's truth or a lie or if it can be define
But some twisted definition not used by Webster in order to be clear
And yet they say we are the "un-intelligent ones!"
It's a shame that our young ladies are stripping for money
Instead of doing something meaningful in their lives than that thing
But rather do shameless acts for shameless dollars you see
Making money the "easy" way out is not the way to do it my friend.
And it's a crying shame that our your men won't pull these pants up
Instead of letting them hang down for all the world to see
Your dirty little under wears like dirty little secrets
And dirty little lies
And dirty little lives
Until soon that dirty ol' bastard
Is in the dirty gutter
With some dirty needle in their duty arms
Or some dirty rope
Is round their dirty necks.
So brother you MUST pull up
PULL UP those pants
Unbraid that nappy, nappy head
And get a damn job
Or go to school
And stay off the streets!
And now we return you
To your interrupted life
In this messed up world....
Copyright © Kenneth R. Jenkins | Year Posted 2020
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