What's the use of being good? It aint really any fun; And there's no one ever knows, 'Cept my conscience, I suppose, All the noble deeds I done; And I feel so like a sham. I don't want to be no gooder Than I am. What's the use of being good? If they notice it at all They just pat me on the head, Or they show me off, instead; And the folks that come to call Say "How cute!" and "Little lamb!" I don't want to be no gooder Than I am. What's the use of being good? All the fun's the other way— All the mischief and the noise And the pranks with other boys— All the goodies hid away, And your fingers in the jam! I don't want to be no gooder Than I am. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DESTINY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO HENRY LINCOLN JOHNSON - LAWYER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UTOPIA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MADMAN OF THE SOUTH SIDE by CLARENCE MAJOR FLEMING HELPHENSTINE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |