a poem that came to me as I watched some kids and parents interacting |
ah, what fine examples we make today I observe as The Children play your father's Mike your's is Dave and I'm sorry son I will never know, most mother's now will say my father beats me mine "gentle" touches uh, I don't really know him but my mom tells me I'll meet him some day ah, what fine examples we make today I observe as The Children play sorry he's not coming today but yours will tomorrow yeah, I know mom, your just not quite sure yet which lay I swear I didn't do it why the noises? stuck with mom again so mom? which guy we seeing today ah, what fine examples we make today I observe as The Children play she's always so quiet he put what? - where! he hates his mom so makes ya wonder will he regret it some day just leave me alone my dad uses it different " eeny- meeny- miney- mo catch a tiger by it's toe" " and you are not it" hurray! ah, what fine examples we make today I observe as The Children play don't like her boyfriends always outdoing to fit in why is he so mean such a bully at school getting into trouble all day all she wanted, was a prince beaten to death at 25 what happened to momma her child will say ah, what fine examples we make today I observe as The Children play such a smart kid all through high school tried the different phases punk, rock, hippie, goth just got tired, blew himself away kicked out of school some girl got pregnant stuck around for awhile then got tired of the bullshit " sorry son, you'll meet him some day" ah, what fine examples we make today I observe as The Children play and so the story continues with their children and theirs who will put an end to this vicious cycle we must STOP and learn from the fine examples presented, let us observe as The Child still plays |