It’s fun to watch Awards shows,
Though they’re shallow and they’re trite –
Stars all gathering together
For an ego-boosting night.
Yet the SAG Awards montages
Showing actors at their start
Captured images of younger days
That set the show apart.
From childhood roles and little parts
In soaps or SVU,
We got to see performers
When their jobs were spanking new.
The lucky ones who have careers
Which grow, improve and last
Might be mortified or tickled by
These glimpses of the past.
Well sing hallelujah and hang out the flags
My dentures are broken and my body doth sag
Still a happy old pig
Can still do the jig
But lately having trouble some parts to wag
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values content creators and content communicators
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Been feeling a bit down lately
Weather's a factor but it's more than that
Seems my upbeat manner is starting to sag
The world's in a mess, a very sad fact
It's not unusual, been like this forever
It's been the human condition since year one
We expect if everyone tries extra hard
We once again will make life fun
A bunch of dreamers, that's what we are
But dreaming sure won't make it so
As hard as we try, it's the human condition
What else can we do, I dunno
Perhaps if we wake up with a smile on our face
And live in our own little world
It surely won't be a revolutionary approach
But will keep life from coming unfurled
Well sing hallelujah and hang out the flags
My denture are broken and my body doth sag
But a happy old pig
Can still do a jig
But lately having trouble some parts won't wag
Well sing hallelujah and hang out the flags
My denture are broken and my body doth sag
Still a happy old pig
Can still do a jig
But lately having trouble some parts to wag
When I was a young'un on old Mother Earth
Believe me, this tale was surely an absolute first
She send me an old bag
Whose boobies did sag
Methinks this dude should've been totally reimbursed
© Jack Ellison 2015
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