If I Were In Charge The Rules Would Be Different - Poem by James Proimos
It hurts me to lecture you, Mommy,
but you didn't eat all your salami.
Plus, your room is way too neat
and you have socks on both your feet.
Why in the world, may I ask,
did you go and take out the trash?
You also get every inch of blame
for hardly playing your video game.
Oh, after all you put me through,
what am I gonna do with you?
Go to your room and don't come out
until you learn to whine and pout!
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