It’s common in the human race, They helped their son to death. Might as well have covered his face And robbed him of his breath. They gave him everything he wanted The dear child of their hearts. But their bestowal of gifts, a bit vaunted Were about them from the start.
The parents wanted everyone to see How well they treated their kid. But when it came time to say ‘no’ They went someplace and hid. They ironed out the bumps in the road So the kids never had to learn What they should do when that road Takes a sudden calamitous turn.
So, the kids, ignoring all good sense Listened to their peers instead And started finding external means To fill up the inside of their head. They learned life could be postponed And so could ever growing up. They could find some kind excitement In something rolled or in a cup.
And who was there to stop their plunge Into a kind of lost weekend life? It certainly wasn’t their father for sure Or his confrontation-free wife. No, they didn’t want to **** the kid off Because that would mean strife. Let’s just leave the kid alone and watch As she meets her demise over life.
It all started out when parents chose to Become their kid’s best friends. So, who was there to teach them things Like hard work and discipline? Who showed them the rewards to be found In learning to postpone gratification When they were sitting in front of the TV Grossing out on mental *******?