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So the Yinch learned, through his Moo friend so fair,
He was way too self-conscious, but not self-aware!
He'd projected his self-hatred onto the Moos
for doing the things that he wished he could do,
Like shopping and singing, and having good sex,
And watching bad movies, and eating Tex-Mex!
Behind every cynic is a hopeful thing
who believes in Christmas, and cheap-looking rings,
like the one The Yinch bought for his Moo girl
A cheesy engagement, a trip 'round the world,
And long years surrounded by mountains of stuff,
(No man is an island, no Yinch is that tough!
and everyone sort of wants loads of dumb crap
from Target and Z Gallerie and The Gap!)
And...
No matter how snide we are, how old or crusty,
We all need some love from a girl warm and lusty
And maybe she's goofy, or awkward or tacky,
At least she's no cynic, she's sweet and lipsmacky!
Yes, the Yinch wed a Moo. It's strange but it's true.
And all that was hopeless is sparkling and new!
(At least till they fought, and then brought out the tissues,
which was sure to come, given their deeper issues)
But for now, they'd be happy as you please
Yinches ~need~ Moos!**
(** = and strong booze, and good cheese)
THE MORAL:
You can't change your family, you can't change your past,
But if you're a Yinch then you'd better learn, fast.
Stop bitching and moaning, stop groaning and seething,
Stop talking, start doing, start living, start breathing!
Bring on the good sex, the Tex Mex, the beer,
and read a good book, and be glad that you're here!
Go on. Call it cheesy, or mainstream, or sappy,
But if you're a jerk, you gotta work to be happy!
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