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QUAGMIRE

by brent-kincaid

The children of today befoul Their grandparents with disrespect And nurture their own children With television shows and neglect. They don’t teach children to be kind And fail to teach them not to cheat. So they grow up morally blind Expecting to be paid to be sweet. These kids were raised defectively That hits it on the nose. When you treat them so neglectfully That’s just the way it goes. They grow thinking they can get Everything they desire. And when they fail to get their way They set the place on fire. Now we have generations of them Like hogs on the living room couch Shoving their faces greedily Like they’re a royal grouch. They bitch if they think someone Is getting more than they do. But ask them to vote differently And they whine they don’t want to. They never notice that they dress Like they did as in their teens. Football jersies, shoes untied Baseball caps and old jeans. They say the same old crap They used to say, not much new About girls, and the car they drive And what they’d like to do. These kids were raised defectively That hits it on the nose. When you treat them so neglectfully That’s just the way it goes. They grow thinking they can have A life of nothing but fun. And when they fail to get their way They go and get a gun. Ask them names of those people Got elected to represent. Most of them barely know The name of the President. They don’t vote, they don’t go Even so far as the local PTA. This is the American voter The kind we put up with today. These kids were raised defectively That hits it on the nose. When you treat them so neglectfully That’s just the way it goes. They grow thinking they can get What other people own. It’s like these losers found a way To live in the Twilight Zone
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Dec 3, 2015
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