• A thousand flaws underneath my skin,
    The barrier stopping them is growing thin.
    All supposedly removed during childhood days,
    now in wait to resurface do they lay.
    Not talking rudely during a wake,
    not using your hands to eat cake.

    Not talking, not singing, not saying a word,
    lest I get a second stream of curses, maybe a third.
    After all, that's a horrible flaw,
    And an adult's word is law.
    They buried these flaws down deep,
    but the price I now pay is steep.

    God bless it, don't you see?
    Each flaw you 'remove' in me generates three!
    God forbid you have a flawed kid,
    nevermind the fact your parents clearly did.
    So for all the times you told me to 'shut the **** up, punk!'
    Don't worry, your lives will soon be worth junk.