NO WOMAN, DON'T CRY

'No woman, no cry':
- 'No woman? No cry!'?
- 'No, woman no cry!'
- 'No, woman, no! Cry!'

Sad! Sad!
Sad! I remember when we used to sit
In remedial class in Trashtown
Subject-and-verbing the sentence fits
And they would single out us people, browbeat
Good tests we had, oh good tests we've botched
Forgot the way
Exclamation is not negative adverb? Blast!
So 'Dry your tears', how say?

'No, woman, no cry?'
'No! No! Woman, don't cry.
Fool! Mood imperative! That double neg, why?'
'Inhuman', I cry.

Sad! Sad!
Sad! I remember we were abused a bit
By those mean teachers in Trashtown
That's when Georgie would make the fire light
Trashcan burnin'. Outta sight!
Then we would chew spitball porridge
Of which I'd aim at you
I teach a game called 'marriage'
But you made me push off you
And now you're gone …

Everything gotta get it right
Everything gotta get it right
Somehow learn to read and write
Or our future's not so bright
Everything gotta get it right
But it's making me uptight
Everything gotta get it right
Maybe if I start a fight ...

So woman, no cry
No, no … woman … No, woman. DON'T cry
My brain has a blister. Don't shed ANY tears.
Ah! I got it right!

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I remember seventy used to fit
In that government class in Trashtown
That's when bush Georgie would make the mood light
Thumb tacks: teacher take flight
Then we would peel pungent orange
Of course the peel we threw
In our seats how we would forage
Eraser got to whoosh on through
Where's it gone?

So, woman, DON'T cry
Rules, grammar apply
Oh my little dopey, shed ANY salt tears?
There, say it, just try

Little dumb one, do not shed a tear
Don't use double-neg
I insist her, shed not one tear
Good grammar I beg