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Feb 2021
Spoil not, want not.
Can't miss what you never had?
But still, some of you still spoiling them.

Then cry about the ungrateful kid.
The one that either you or the various grandparents created.

We, who grew up a certain way?
Knew the unwritten rule.
Whatever cooked?
Is what you ate?
Or you just starved.

Wasn't no appeasing the child?
We knew the tone in the voice.
And intimidated by the stare.

We weren't that ungrateful child.
We appreciated whatever was giving?

These make some males babies depending on women to support them.
Because most likely it was the mothers trying to impress them.
And some fathers got in on this act too.

We all heard that "sermon"?
Do these name-brand folks pay you to wear their apparel?

And don't let it be Christmas?
Where a baby of a few months got toys more than enough to share with those going without?

An ungrateful child wasn't born that way.
They were created and made by someone else.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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