(18-9-04)
Money on your phone every month – a camera phone.
Membership to a gym.
Dropped off and picked up at every turn.
Friends to stay.
The traffic flows
It’s all one way
You want we give
You don’t pay
With words or thoughts
Or kindly deeds
You take the lot
We’re on our knees
To try to provide
As best we can.
Our efforts stink
You seem to say
With each ungrateful
Gesture or word
Or messy room.
The dishes pile up in the sink.
The clothes lie dropped where you will
Then you cry like a baby for your wants and needs.
Where are my clean clothes?
There’s nothing to eat in here.
You’re miserable
You’re mean
You’re a nag.
You, on the other hand, are a pleasure
To live with.
Like Harry’s Kevin
You are loathsome when your teenage tantrums
Display the most selfish aspects of your character.
The teenage displays of me, me, me
Are a disappointment and a rebuke
To everything we try to do.
Go work and visit the real world.
In the real world no one does everything for you
Or gives you things for nothing just because you exist
We’ve gone beyond providing for need
Now you’re expecting us to provide for greed.
scottishmomus 
ahh the joys of parenting, I wouldn’t know what to do ones my kids grow up and grow tired of stuffed toys and trinkets from sari-sari stores (our version of dollar stores) 😀
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Ah yes, the joys and tribulations of teenage years. Notice I say “joy” and not “trials because there are joys for sure when they get older. I loved how it gave me a chance to appreciate and hear music I did not have a chance to…a different genre when I was a teen there was Motown and Rock and what we called “druggie music”. So Motown is what I was into. My son played guitar and his playing Hendrix and Zeppelin allowed me to have that chance to appreciate amazing artists. The mess, the demands were annoying but the rest made it worth it.
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I suppose they do keep you young(ish). Apart from all the grey hairs they give you.:)x
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