Consequences Poem by Janice M Pickett

If I could walk any faster
don’t you think I would?
If I could behave any better
don’t you think I could?

If being what you want me to be
was an easy thing to do
Don’t you think I’d do it
just to satisfy you?

If climbing up this wall of fame
Didn’t include this bend
Don’t you think I’d be at the top
And starting to descend

It’s time to see what you really are
And where your nagging’s led
Now go away and leave
lying in your best friends bed