I put all the blame upon the mother
Why her child won't share his toys with another.
She always buys him this, and also buys him that
Now she has a child, who is a spoiled brat.
For toys and games he never needs or wants
Maybe that is why he teases and taunts,
He mistreats the family's dog and cat
The reasoning why, he is a spoiled brat.
One day soon he will grow into an adult
I wonder if he will be selfish and will he still insult,
Then I wonder will he be knocked down upon the mat
Because of a mother, raising a spoiled brat.
Randy L. McClave
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