Your Momma Don’t Like Me, and She Likes Everyone?
Um, Justin, that makes no sense.
Justin, I heard your song and I want you to know — I’m confused. I mean, don’t get me wrong, your Momma is great, as far as stage moms go. Sure, she kind of Michael-Jacksoned you by pushing you to become a pop star when you were ten. I mean why couldn’t you just bash away in the garage on those drums like everyone else’s son? Why did she have to actually film you and put you on youtube? I think she was trying to fill a void, actually.
No wonder you’ve been so damn depressed.
Would you inflict stardom on your own child, Justin? That’s what I would ask yourself, as you proceed in this dumping of me because your Momma “don’t like me.”
OK, first, one glaring contradiction. It’s not logical that she likes everyone if she doesn’t like me.
The logical statement would have been “she likes everyone else.”
I know, I hate the logic police when it comes to poetry and art. But beyond the illogic of it, there is something else that is just weird bout this, Justin, don’t you see?
It’s really not cool for a Mom to even weigh in about her son’s girlfriend. Think about it, would you inflict your opinion about your son’s girlfriend on him?
