How would you feel,
If you went home today
To find a strange creature
Had entered your cave
While you were away?
How would you feel,
If the door to your cave
Had been kicked in by a kid
Who just could not behave?
Would you rumble and roar
Or just rant and rave?
You would you feel,
If you looked in your bed
To find sleeping there soundly
A wee human head?
Would you be angry?
Would you see red?
How would you feel,
If some golden-haired brat
Had gobbled your supper
And shattered the chair where you always sat?
What would you do?
How would you handle that?
No one would blame you,
If you got really mad
With a dimpled-faced terror who destroyed all that you had.
That’s how many would feel, but
Isn’t it sad
That no one had taught her
How not to be bad?
Back in our youth, the biggest concerns were:
procuring our juvenile delinquent beer
Worried that our nickel bags laced with paraquat...
Where we could get some easy ****...
My, how we laughed our asses off
when our friend earned his nickname
by "snatching" the crabs from a skank-
Somehow, it's much more sinister now,
children are peppered with
pedophiles
toxic theories
online creepers
fentanyl dreamers
non-believers-
I miss the days of my stoned and filthy innocents.
I guess I once was a juvenile delinquent. Then I became an adult delinquent. Now I'm a middle age delinquent. Soon enough I'll be a senior citizen delinquent. When all is said and done and it is all over I'll just become a dead delinquent. Ha Ha.
To a victim of stolen mind
Truth that is blinded by pictures on your sight
Caused by Trouble of juvenile delinquent mind
Screen painting narrow flash on your sub conscious mind
Free yourself a victim of closed system
Free, free the blinded thoughts
Free, free your thoughts young lad
Free your dreams out of main cage young lass
Free yourself, Free yourself young one
It is a situation no one would call bliss.
Fewer things in life are considered bad as this.
When a mother has a loud-screaming kid with her,
it is a pain to my ears, and a big bother.
You know it’s an embarrassing predicament,
when your child is a loud juvenile delinquent.
It’s never too early to teach your kid some class.
He has not shut up since the doctor slapped his ass.
Won’t you make an attempt, or don’t you really care?
Right now, I feel like choking off all of his air!
You must realize the situation you’re in.
That little brat should know that silence is golden.
Everyone knows human wants are insatiable.
When they’re vocalized, they are intolerable.
I know it’s difficult to keep them satisfied.
Please shut your kid up, or he will become deep-fried!
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