Empty Arms

> Poem to MOM:
>
> My son came home from school one day,
> With a smirk upon his face.
> He decided he was smart enough,
> To put me in my place.
>
> 'Guess what I learned in Civics Two,
> that's taught by Mr. Wright?
> It's all about the laws today,
> The 'Children's Bill of Rights.'
>
> It says I need not clean my room,
> Don't have to cut my hair
> No one can tell me what to think,
> Or speak, or what to wear...
>
> I have freedom from religion,
> And regardless what you say,
> I don't have to bow my head,
> And I sure don't have to pray.
>
> I can wear earrings if I want,
> And pierce my tongue & nose.
> I can read & watch just what I like,
> Get tattoos from head to toe.
>
> And if you ever spank me,
> I'll charge you with a crime.
> I'll back up all my charges,
> With the marks on my behind.
>
> Don't you ever touch me,
> My body's only for my use,
> Not for your hugs and kisses,
> that's just more child abuse.
>
> Don't preach about your morals,
> Like your Mama did to you.
> That's nothing more than mind control,
> And it's illegal too!
>
> Mom, I have these children's rights,
> So you can't influence me,
> Or I'll call Children's Services Division,
> Better known as C.S.D.'
>
>
>
> Mom's Reply and Thoughts:
>
>
> Of course my first instinct was
> To toss him out the door.
> But the chance to teach him a lesson
> Made me think a little more.
>
> I mulled it over carefully,
> I couldn't let this go.
> A smile crept upon my face,
> he's messing with a pro.
>
> Next day I took him shopping
> At the local Goodwill Store.
> I told him, 'Pick out all you want,
> there's shirts & pants galore.
>
> I've called and checked with C.S.D ....
> Who said they didn't care
> If I bought you K-Mart shoes
> Instead of those Nike Airs.
>
> I've canceled that appointment
> To take your driver's test.
> The C..S.D. Is unconcerned
> So I'll decide what's best. '
>
> I said 'No time to stop and eat,
> Or pick up stuff to munch.
> And tomorrow you can start to learn
> To make your own sack lunch.
>
> Just save the raging appetite,
> And wait till dinner time.
> We're having liver and onions,
> A favorite dish of mine.'
> He asked 'Can I please rent a movie,
> To watch on my VCR?'
> 'Sorry, but I sold your TV,
> For new tires on my car.
> I also rented out your room,
> You'll take the couch instead.
> The C .S.D. Requires
> Just a roof over your head.
> Your clothing won't be trendy now,
> I'll choose what we eat.
> That allowance that you used to get,
> Will buy me something neat.
> I'm selling off your jet ski,
> Dirt-bike & roller blades.
> Check out the 'Parents Bill of Rights',
> It's in effect today!
> Hey hot shot, are you crying,
> Why are you on your knees?
> Are you asking God to help you out,
> Instead of C.S.D...?'