Downbringing
They didn't have an upbringing
it was more of a downbringing instead.
It happens when a parent acts more like a friend.
Milk and cookies replaced by Nickle bags and fifths of mayhem.
Fun always trumps discipline.
The survivors of a downbringing suffer from post-traumatic Lost syndrome.
Have trouble honoring boundaries, obeying authority.
Can't take direction, hold a job, and are undisciplined.
Have attitude problems, with some ending up in the pen.
The wild children of the dusk. Have become feral adults.
Now they treat their children like just another friend.
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