I Want a Beer

Even though I've been helping you and working hard, you won't give me a beer after I've mowed your yard. I'm hot, sweaty and dying of thirst. You've done some bad things but this is the worst. When you asked for my help, I shouldn't have come here. You offered me a glass of water but what I want is a beer. You love your damn beer so much that you won't even give me one. I would kick your ass up and down the street if you weren't my son. I have something to say and you'd better listen to me. Don't ever expect me to mow your yard again for free. (This is a fictional poem)