Broken Home

A broken home, torn asunder,
Ripped apart, pillaged and plundered.
A mother and father, now separated,
What happened to the home that they created?
The children confused, where will they be living?
Their innate loyalty, to whom should be given?
When one parent says one thing, the other the reverse,
There's no easy answer, no "of course."
Confusion is common, with nowhere to go,
For listening to one will hurt the other so.


Does all of this sound very foreign to you?
It is, in reality, the life of every Jew.
There's our Father in Heaven, and the earth down below,
When there's temptation down here, which way do we go?
We all are so quick to judge and discuss,
Remember, though, this situation applies to all of us.

(in)Famous

Baruch Dayan Haemes - usually such a sad phrase,
Today I can say with the intent to truly praise.
For today, the lowest of the low,
Who raised himself up high,
Had a heart attack,
And waved this world goodbye.
Michael Jackson made himself a name,
Worked hard to build up his fame,
Adored by the whole American nation,
On the cover of every publication,
Looked like quite a sensation,
In truth, he was an abomination.

There is justice in this world, tis very plain to see,
Thank you, Hashem, for showing yourself to me.

I hate it when...

I hate it when the boy takes a few weeks to say yes, and when he finally does, the shadchan gives you three days to look into him.

I hate it when the boy takes two weeks to say no, and when asked why, he says that he doesn't give reasons.

I hate it when the boy says no based on information he got from other people, and won't give a reason for saying no.

I hate it when the boy makes you meet his mother and then says no, but won't tell you why, because the girl can't do anything about it anyway.

I hate it when the boy takes you out on two dates, keeping you out very late on the second one, and then says no without any prior warning.

I hate it when the boy...

You can fill in the blank.