As children we are taught to respect our elders <br />but later, at some point during our formative years <br />we learn things about our parents and grandparents <br />or an Uncle Bill....that make us examine 'Truth'. <br />And we give pause to the facts...... <br />if they would lie to us about Santa being real <br />or about touching little cousin Sally's Hoochie Coo <br />what else is out there....waiting to befall us? <br />Mom smoked pot with Clinton in the sixties? <br />Dad had an affair with Elisabeth Taylor and I'm the Love Child? <br />Gramps used to beat his wife but was basically a good man... <br />he just didn't like the way Granny chewed her food? <br />Bishop O' Hara took our confessions as well as our innocence? <br />And we give pause to the facts....that rack our little brains.... <br />Soon we believe that every one is insane...and so we rebel <br />against the Hell of Hypocrisy....at least until we grow up <br />and become 'more like or parents'.... <br />because we figured it out that pretty much everyone <br />especially ourselves....... is a hypocrite <br />Otherwise....this would be Heaven and not the real world___ <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-inhaled-some-good-some-bad/
