Ugh

Ugh, you are really not a word
  You are just an shoulder shrugging, ugh
    No more no less but you have a place
      Just not too much punch in your utterance

We really need to hear more from you
  Like, what do you think of yourself
    Your linguistic roots please
      After all where are you really from?

Yeah, I am picking on you, you bet I am
  You have escaped scrutiny, forever
    Hiding yourself in such subtle utterance
      But you are not getting off so easy now

I am pushing your envelope but it's ok
  No harm intended, nothing against you
    Just a need to know, natural curiosity      
      Your neutral self, who, in non sexist English

Well, you don't say much, just a syllable
  So you think you can escape examination
    No, no, no for the light is on you, brightly
      We shall know your roots and your fruit

If you are of God then welcome to language
  But if you are vile or vain we will purge you
    Sounds tough but still you would have to go
      No room for you in Christ, if you are so vain

But if you are of God you are welcome
  For every ugh must be spoken in love
    And account will be given on day
      For every ugh spoken in vain!