EXPERIMENT #4 Poetry

     EXPERIMENT #4                        

                             PARENTING IS A BITCH, BUT YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE
People have kids for all kinds of reasons
Whether planned, teen mistake, or some other seasons
Most think it’s gonna be shit tons of fun
Playing dress-up and the little one
But too many parents in their brains fail to let sink
The job of parenting is much harder than you think

If only young parents would take a little time
I’m certain that all of them would surely find
That parenting doesn’t come with a nice set of rules
Yet eggs and sperms are given, even to fools
Being a parent can truly be your trip to heaven
But it’s also a job that requires your 24-7

For even an occasion when they nod off to sleep
You’re on call til the tell you that it’s time to leap
But just cuz the job can give you an itch
There are various ways to avoid becoming a bitch
It only takes a few things for this to commence
Patience, love, tolerance and some common sense

When that damn brat is driving you mind numbingly crazy
You have to the tools to help make life un-hazy
The power, you see, is all on your side
But you best utilize it before the shift in the tides
For all that they need is in your power to give
Use the power wisely, an easier road you will live

Whether tantrums or whining or screaming for stuff
You can train them to know when enuf is enuf
Ask yourself this one question again and again
Do I deal with this now or when they are ten
A favor you’ll do for the society whole
Compared to later when those monsters are out of control

They may scream I hate you and want you to die too
But that’ll pass as soon as you they need something from you
The word ‘no’ is simply a small fact of life
Learning that early will save them much strife
And that certain behavior is required when in company
Those you encounter will surely agree

Your kids may think that you’re being a bitch
But the rest of us will thank you, all our lives you’ll enrich
True, you’ve committed to eighteen years plus
But it can be done without too much fuss
Being a parent is truly one of the hardest jobs

But do it with sense and it’s full of rewards

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