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I sit back and look at how things are going on in this world.
Our children are suffering because we have put them in a hurled.
We wonder why they are being disobedient and acting up when things do not go their way.
But not noticing what we are doing to our children and driving them astray.
We tell them, when they do bad in school or if you do not do this or that?
You will not get your allowance until you have handled this spat.
Why give them ultimatums like that, when it gets in their systems and they feel like that is the only way to stay a fat cat.
Time goes on, and the price gets higher, the children began to come home with more.
Letting you know someone else is beating your score.
You notice them coming home later and later.
But you so call parents, are scared to say anything,
You let your child go too far and now you can now feel the sting.
And all this time you thought that was your baby,
but all the time Mr. or Miss was making them into their maybe.
Then here we are talking to ourselves about them, why we cannot commute.
I tell you why Mom, Dad because you are turning them into an undercover prostitute.
They began to try to talk to you, and here you are getting soft and offering more and more and more.
What is wrong with your parents cannot you offer so much more than showing them they do not have to settle for yours because they are in the big lead, they need more money and that is for sure.
If you do not give it to me, I must salute,
Because my dear parents you turned me into a prostitute.
Written by Merilyn Duckworth
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