In the land of no judgment,
The people won’t stare,
At the lettuce stuck in my teeth,
Or the mess called my hair.
In the land of no judgment,
The people will smile,
When my child ignores me in public,
And the obscenities fly.
In the land of no judgment,
When I trip over my feet,
The people will say,
“Don’t be so discreet!”
In the land of no judgment,
I will drink wine every night.
And relish in the enjoyment,
Whether it’s red or it’s white.
In the land of no judgment,
I will never shave.
I would probably stay warmer,
And oh, the time I’d save!
In the land of no judgment,
I wouldn’t pretend to follow the news.
I’d only watch mindless sitcoms,
So I’d stay less confused.
In the land of no judgment,
I’d wear last season’s clothes,
White after labor day,
And sweaters with holes.
In the land of no judgment,
I wouldn’t be skeeved out by the grunter at the gym,
We would all sweat in harmony,
And no one would care if we’re slim.
In the land of no judgment,
The people will see,
There is joy in the freedom,
When it’s okay to be me.