Falling Pants


 © 2010 Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved


What happened to gentility,

The quality of being refined?

That modest act of civility,

We’ve somehow left behind.


Morality has hit rock bottom;

Standards have bitten the dust.

Are we on our way to Sodom?

Or is it “Gomorrah or bust”?


Our language is so fouled

With words of depravity,

Best served with clean towels

And a lot less of gravity.


The clothes many women wear

Are pure risqué “in your face”

Men’s rear-ends catch stares

As their pants fall from grace.


Body art exploits the skin

With tattoos, jewelry and cuts

Gothic vogue is definitely in;

Spirited shapes jauntily strut.


Don’t you miss the days of yore

When kids were girls and boys,

Untouched by porn and gore

Or used for sick adult toys?


We’re seeing the destruction

Of the family building core.

T’is time we took out instruction

From the family “Bible” store.


We’ve gone so far off course

Is there no turning back?

Are there stirrings of remorse?

Things are really out of whack!


Pray, come clean and repent:

Some worthy places to start.

Let’s begin with one sentence:

Oh Lord, come into our hearts!