Thursday, October 1, 2009


I hate to watch them push you,
you hate it when they stare,
but I hate to see you more
dependent on someone else's care.

I love it when you dress
up nice, pretty, and clean,
but the joy of others watching
is not a joy you glean.

You hate the shoes and clothes,
and most especially the rules,
but we cook the best up for you,
when to you, it tastes like gruel.

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