Do not praise your children.
For I ask you what have they done?
Have they accomplished some great task?
What battles have they won?

They’re weak and insufferable creatures.
Riddled with stupidity.
I’d just assume have a yak.
Then a child here next to me.

I saw one once out on a farm.
Crying and wailing away.
If I hadn’t had found that well.
It would have gone on all day.

My friend had one, a girl I think.
It did nothing but ***** and ****.
Then it would laugh like a demon I say.
Until it latched onto a ***.

Horrendous monsters these children are.
They only want and whine.
Consuming all that was good on earth.
And breaking what is mine.

All those words overhead
Are simply just untrue
Not a day goes by that I don’t stop
And smile when I think of you