Non-existant Parental Guide
This is to the kids who can afford CDs,
And designer clothes, new cars, and
Extra TVs
Actually, praise their parents who spoil their kids to death,
Because they'd rather keep them occupied and
Save their own breath
Even when you were small, you got your hand stuck in the gutter
Because Dad was at work again, and mom said her closet had too much clutter
But I guess it doesn't matter that you were screaming for 3 hours as other kids kept laughing
After you were dared to do it.
They didn't ask you how it happened, they just gave you
the bandaid, and said it was time for dinner.
And that other time, one time ago
When you just didn't want to sit at home alone
You threw that party on Saturday night
Trying to be one to remember, but you can't remember
That Joe drove four kids home that night, and he couldn't remember
how to turn on his lights, or use his blinker... or stay off the lines...
With that said, having a conversation is too much work, and all the smiles
They'd be faking at the dinner table,let's just take it for
What it's worth
Take it for granted when the CD you bought your son is
Blaring in the new car that has people staring as he speeds down the
Overworked highway. He says
I'll have it my way, and takes his eyes off the road when the light doesn't say go so
Out he goes into oncoming traffic on the overworked road and
His parents had nothing to say, and all they could do was have that bloody car
Towed.
When we are young, our years are most important
We learn the most when we are small.
We need the attention, we need advice
And to be picked up when we fall.
To catch up with our family in
Our designated evening time
Ask each other what we did
Make sure everyone is alright.
This time required no bandaid. This time had no flow
They couldn't just say, "Clean up this mess," or, "Don't do it again."
Now he is just like Joe.
Though they were quiet before,
Dinner time feels so sore, and as sour as
Every hour
After their bodies hit the floor.