I haven’t updated in a while and I was watching re-runs of Roseanne. I must of never seen this episode because I don’t recall ever hearing this poem.
I love songs and poetry where it is addressed to no one in particular… “to whom it may concern” etc. It’s also kind of funny, but really sad at the same time.
To Whom it Concerns
To whom it concerns, Darlene’s work will be late,
It fell on her pancakes and stuck to her plate.
To whom it concerns, my ma made me write this,
And I’m just her kid, so how could I fight this.
To whom it concerns, I lost my assignment,
Maybe I’ll get lucky… solitary confinement.
To whom it concerns, Darlene’s great with the ball,
But guys don’t watch tomboys when they’re cruising the hall.
To whom it concerns, I just turned thirteen,
Too short to be quarterback, too plain to be queen.
To whom it concerns, I’m not made of steel,
When I get blindsided my pain is quite real.
I don’t mean to squawk, but it really burns.
I just thought I’d mention it, to whom it concerns.
Read by Darlene from the show Roseanne.