Home alone again, watching TV
A young girl sees who she wants to be
She hears a phrase and sees the effect
So she tries it out: “I Object!”
She sees herself in a courtroom drama
Of course the judge looks just like her mama
Who looks at her daughter with little respect
But then the whole world changes: “I object!”
Her mother’s not one too easily fooled
And is about to gavel her down “Overruled!”
But stays her hand – reflecting (that’s new)
“Exactly what are you objecting to?”
The young attorney does not hesitate
“You drink too much stay out too late
Your boyfriends are creepy and you get so mad
When I barely even talk about Dad!”
Thank you Counselor….
And I object to the fact that again we moved
“It will be better” but nothing’s improved
The teachers are awful kids are mean
I have to make my own breakfast I’m 13!
And I object that at school we are drilled
How to keep our heads down or be killed
By some sociopathic guy an apostle of that awful
all automatic rifles are perfectly lawful
Thank you Couns……
And I further object to the poisonous air
The world is dying but you don’t care
We looked to you to help get through it
You had your shot. You fucking blew it.
Sustained
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