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Lips Spilling With Disrespect

Grateful today I am not to be raising children.
By anyone's definition,
Of just how old those children grow to be.

And today many are raising children,
Who have skipped lessons taught in their childhood...
With a missing of a switch.
To be in their 30's...
With a lot that has been missed.

I did have a son, Michael...
Who many years passed away.
And I cringe at the thought,
Of what today he, Michael, to me would say.

Lips spilling with disrespect,
From the mouths of these children...
Who are quick to express how they are upset,
Would motivate me to the first policeman I'd see.
To request my immediate arrest from their mess.

'Put the handcuffs on me, please!
Someone dear to me is about to bleed.
And I pay my taxes.
So there is no need to question me.
Put the handcuffs on me, please!
And if you can do this immediately...
So happy I would be! '

I am just not the one,
To throw up my hands to say...
What has been done is done.
Oh no!
Out the door someone has to go.
And since I am paying the bills...
Someone other than me,
Is going to feel that chill.

I am the one I am sure would be confined.
Because no child of mine...
Is going to fill my ears with their nonsense.
And 'if' that should happen...
It will be a long time before they awaken,
From an unconsciousness achieved...
By an asking for 'it'.

'I have no idea what happened to him, officer.
He made a request.
And I delivered.
He requested a taste of fist.

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