Responsibility
When I was young, and mucked about,
The adults all would say to me
(Though sometimes they’d be cross, and shout)
“Take some Responsibility!”
I’m grown up now (alas, alack)
And I have dimly grown to see
Why even I must face the rack
And take Responsibility.
It never gives me any thrills
To tidy up my cutlery,
To do my washing, pay the bills,
But that’s Responsibility.
Yet sometimes, as the years go by,
When I see people glare at me,
I cannot see at all why I
Should take Responsibility.
I’d rather far just go and play
Whatever game occurs to me.
What’s wrong with that? Could I some day
Avoid Responsibility?
Then if I’m tired, or bored, or sad,
I’d stay in bed (except to pee).
Perhaps there’s someone who’d be glad
To take Responsibility.
Not sure if I’m too young, too old,
Or maybe just too ornery,
To do the things that I’ve been told
Make up Responsibility.
But, hush! My chores are done today
(Well, nearly all), and now I’m free
To dance and sing and laugh, and stay
Free of Responsibility.
So leave me now to muck about,
And turn your eyes away to see
Some other dullard, while I shout
“Begone, Responsibility!”