Black Poetry : Mom and Dad

dstny

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May 27, 2004
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Take a break from your day to have a nice chuckle about a serious
subject:


My son came home from school one day,
with a smirk upon his face.
He decided he was smart enough,
to put me in my place..

"Guess what I learned in Civics Two,
that's taught by Mr. Wright?
It's all about the laws today,
The "Children's Bill of Rights."

It says I need not clean my room,
don't have to cut my hair.
No one can tell me what to think,
or speak, or what to wear.

I have freedom from religion,
and regardless what you say,
I don't have to bow my head,
and I sure don't have to pray.

I can wear earrings if I want,
and pierce my tongue and nose.
I can read and watch just what I like,
and get tattoos from head to toe.

And if you ever spank me,
I'll charge you with a crime.
I'll back up all my charges,
with the marks on my behind.

Don't ever touch me,
my body's only for my use,
not for your hugs and kisses,
that's just one more child abuse.

Don't preach about your morals,
like your Mama did to you.
That's nothing more than mind control,
and it's illegal too!

Mom, I have these children's rights,
so you can't influence me,
or I'll call Children's Services Division,
better known as C.S.D.

Of course my first instinct was
to toss him out the door.
But the chance to teach him a lesson
made me think a little more.

I mulled it over carefully,
I couldn't just let this go.
A smile crept upon my face,
he's messing with a pro.

The next day I took him shopping
at the local Goodwill Store.
I told him,"Pick out all you want,
there's shirts and pants galore.
I've called and checked with C.S.D.
who said they didn't care
if I bought you K-mart shoes
instead of those Nike Airs.

And I've canceled that appointment
to take your driver's test.
The C.S.D. is unconcerned
so I'll decide what's best.

I said,"No time to stop and eat,
or pick up stuff to munch.
And tomorrow you can start to learn
to make your own sack lunch."

Just save the raging appetite,
and wait till dinner time.
We're having liver and onions,
a favorite dish of mine.

He asked,"Can I please rent a movie,
to watch on my VCR?"
"Sorry, but I sold your TV,
to put new tires on my car."

I also rented out your room,
you'll take the couch instead.
All the C.S.D. requires is
a roof for over your head.

Your clothing won't be trendy now,
and I'll choose what we eat.
That allowance that you used to get,
will buy me something neat.

I'm selling off your jet ski,
dirt bike and roller blades.
Check out the "Parents Bill of Rights,"
It's in effect today!

Hey hot shot, are you crying,
and why are you on your knees?
Are you asking God to help you out,
instead of C.S.D.?
 
When I started reading this, I said to myself, I need to reply to this one bad..and I'm gonna drop it like it's hot (like fire)...but...
by the time I got to the finish line, I had to smile. Cause you surely rocked his boat, there was nothing more I could have added...again I smiled. Yeah, you robbed me of getting that one off
well written poet.
 

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