Back in the days
When I was young
We didn't get away
With acting dumb
We got paddled, and belts
Even a slap on the head
They tried to knock since in us
Before our brains where dead
Today the kidfs act
Frootier than a loon
Some act crazier than
A rabid raccoon
Some blame it on drugs
Or even this or that
It's all how they're raised
Mostly like a spoiled brat
The doctors don't help
Claiming it's some weird desease
Just to line their pockets
From the pills they push to please
So correct your kids now
Before it gets too late
For your very control
Just may change their fate
written 1/17/2013 by Norman Hale Jr.
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