sorry
this poem
needed work
it could have been
so much more
they never grow
to be exactly
what we want
and the ones we hate
Are on the lists for months
Well you cant really say
you dont like your kids
well maybe you can Judy Garland did
come to think of it
alot of parents just aren’t that cool
so who made up
that stupid ass rule
lets change it
alter it
twist it around
Lock em’
in cupboards
not takem’ to town.
I dont like my kids
Their hair isnt black
contort
smack
give em a whack
Dirty looks from my peers
people at walmart
like I took the milk mans kids to the park
Yeah we can hate them
change em around
I raised up this Poe
I can put it underground
It’s heritage is a little masaganated
It’s a little bit rank
I’ll refrigerate it
He used to limp
but I operated
if on a second read
it just hurts my brain
I’ll wrap those kids up in cellophane.
It’s my freakin poem
do what i want please
Beat it’s ass at Chuck E Cheese
it’ll be have
it’ll do what i say
or it’ll sit in notepad
Maybe
just
one
more
day.