We Are The Parents

This was the best tribute to Michael Jackson I could think of that was also really self serving and a way to blow off some steam:

There comes a time.

When the tears begin to fall.

And the wailing

comes together as one.

There are eardrums dying.

Including yours, we know

And the other

Is kicking on the ground.

We are the parents.

Who have young children.

We are the ones who make a bad day worse

With all our screaming.

There's a choice we're making

We're trying to have a life.

But it's true it makes your life worse

We know. Trust me.

Send us your heart

Or a little sympathy

Not those looks

Of death and misery.

As Allie shows us, her shorts are full of poop

So we all, must lend a helping hand.

We are the parents.

Who have young children.

We are the ones who make a bad day worse

With all our screaming.

There's a choice we're making

We're trying to have a life.

But it's true that makes your life worse

We know. Trust me.

You're trying to eat

in quiet and the peace

But our kids just

keep kicking your seat

Well well well welllll we realize you don't have any kids

but you're saying, "Why can't their kids act like my niece?"

We are the parents.

Who have young children.

We are the ones who make a bad day worse

With all our screaming.

There's a choice we're making

We're trying to have a life.

But it's true that makes your life worse

We know. Trust me.

Yes, our children screaming

Might make you grind your teeth

But it's true it'll stop in time

Just wait and see.

(Ah come on now, let me hear you)....