Our kids are ashamed of us
We’re not thin enough
Or successful, or smart enough to make the cut
Of people they’d be seen with.
What’s more
They don’t want the grand kids
Exposed
To our bad habits of diet
And speech and stories
Of their childhood escapades
And, God forbid
We should make a correction
Or instill a little fear
It could mark their precious psyches
Or make them schizophrenic!
It’s absolutely amazing
Though not exactly clear
How they turned out so damned perfect
Under our poor parenting skills
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