The reality of building a bird house

Sipping on my golden ale
watching your daughter shake her ass
like she’s in a hard core rap video
I realize what a hypocritical world we live in
looking around the room, the true scum of society is at every turn
there’s deacon Jim sitting at the table in the back cause the light never works
hiding from any church member that may stop in to pray for the infidels
we have Judge Roberts sitting in the fuck me I’m important section
always ready for a quick dance
he moves a lot faster in here than he did in court last year
want say too much about the old bastard
he’s the only one that has ever dismissed any of my charges
Mr. Paul sits close to the door
owner of the largest construction company in the area
always claiming the club owner wanted him to stop by for business
this possible expansion job has being going on now for the past 2 years
Mark and Tina sit cozy at the front row of stage 2
he’s a teacher at the local Junior College
she’s a stay at home wife and PTA council member that enjoys getting her freak on
Lisa always sits at the bar, a loan manager at the local bank
claims only to have stopped by for a drink because of her stressful day
we act as if we don’t notice the glitter around her lips and detect a  hint of  pussy on her breath
or notice the fact that she leaves every time Natasha’s shift is over
I look around the rest of the room and laugh
there is a shiny white skin patch on the finger of half the men in here
guessing the golden ball and chain is stowed away nicely in the front pocket
covered with the excuse of working late at the office again
this is an everyday occurrence in my fucked up world
a world that society looks down on with judging arrogance
but hey, what the hell do I know
I’m just a reformed man freshly placed back into society
with the masterful skills of building beautiful bird houses
and sowing stitches only matched by Martha Stewart  
this same society from which I was taken refers to me as an ex-con
deemed not trust worthy and found guilty by a jury of my peers
saying yes the sack is mine might not have been the best choice
next time I should tell the truth like most fine upstanding citizens do