Parent Or Child, Who Runs The Show? Poem by Luke Easter

Parent Or Child, Who Runs The Show?



In church one day a woman stood up and prayed,
Weeping and crying aloud she would sadly say,
Pray for my daughter she is too much overweight,
Hold on mother, kids are not obese thanks to fate.

This child is only 11, on junk and sodas she will feast,
Another classic example of beauty turned into a beast,
After Sunday school, stuffing her face with sweets,
Even mom will partake in the sugary donut treats.

At a church cookout she was constantly stuffing her face,
Soon as Cheetos & Pepsi were gone more took its place,
God will never intervene in a matter, just so you’ll know,
In a situation in which you should already have control.

Now comes the difficult part that many are trying to get,
Who is responsible for the crap stuffed between her lips?
Don’t address the congregation pleading for their help,
Take Baby Huey home and introduce her to your belt.

There are two people in this story, mother and child,
Only one is in charge to stop the other from going wild,
The younger at eleven should not be calling the shots,
Do humans need food and water or candy and pop?

A few weeks ago this kid slept during service in a pew,
As the parent or guardian tell me what would you do?
Guess what, the entire time mom allowed her to sleep,
Not a nudge, not a sound, but I did hear a mouse squeak.

And should anyone dare say a single discouraging word,
Well, then mom and/or grandma are sure to be heard,
It’s the exact problem faced everyday in public schools,
Only to be corrected when the parents enforce the rules.

Many people say speak what lifts up, never tearing down,
Not hearing negative how do we get our feet off the ground?
Failure to criticize or correct in the shortest amount of time,
Is the main reason a lot of us are stoned right out of our mind.

It’s time to take the gloves off and stop putting honey on crap,
Teenage kids should not be at the mall sitting in Santa’s lap,
Putting fire in our convictions, pouring hot sauce on the mild,
In the delivery room isn’t it the mother who births the child?

Had a friend whose very expensive computer was always down,
Found out later every time it happened his 3-yeal old was around,
Well, this kid liked to bang on it and the dad said that it was ok, so,
My question to him was, “Parent Or Child, Who Runs The Show?

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Luke Easter

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