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Mom Wins!!
My son came home from school one day, A smirk was on his face. HE SAID:
Guess what I learned in Civics Two, That's taught by Mr. Wright? IT SAYS:
I don't have to clean my room, Don't have to cut my hair. I have freedom FROM religion, And regardless what you say, I don't have to bow my head, And I sure DON'T HAVE TO PRAY.
I can wear earrings if I want, And pierce my tongue & nose. AND if you ever spank me, I'll charge you with the crime, I'll back up all my charges, With the marks on my behind. HE SAID: Don't you ever touch me, This body's for MY use, Not for your hugs and kisses, That's just more child abuse. HE CONTINUED WITH:
Don't preach about your morals, Like your mama did to you. Mom, I have these children's rights, So you can't influence me, Or I'll call Children's Services, Better known as C.S.D. MY TURN!
Well, of course, my natural instinct Was to toss him out the door.
I mulled it over carefully, I couldn't let this go. AND AWAY WE GO! Next day I took him shopping, At the local Good Will store, I told him, pick out all you want! There are shirts & pants galore. I've called and checked with C.S.D., They said they didn't care, If I bought you K-Mart shoes, Instead of Nike Airs. OH! And... I've canceled that appointment To take your driver's test. The C.S.D. is unconcerned, So I'll decide what's best. I SAID: No time to stop and eat, Or pick up stuff to munch, And tomorrow you can start to learn To make your own sack lunch.
Just save that raging appetite, And wait 'til dinner time. He ASKED:
Can we stop to rent a movie, So I can watch the VCR?
I also rented out your room, You can take the couch instead. Your clothing won't be trendy now, I'll choose the food we eat, That allowance that you used to get Will buy me something neat.
I'm selling off your jet ski, Dirt-bike & roller blades.
Hey, Hot Shot, are you crying?
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