That Is 'My' Child Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You think...
Just because you've got a job,
You can mope around your home...
As if you were paid to be a slob?
Not true.
Contribute 'something' useful,
To prove.

You wont was a dish.
Or use a broom to sweep.
Or mop a floor to keep it clean.
But you make excuses,
To hip-hop, rap and body bop.
As if to exist to do this...
Is enough to show you are on the scene.

I wish that I were your daddy!
You wouldn't laugh or dismiss me.
I wish I were your daddy!
You would do more than sleep and eat.
Then with disrespect...
Do as you please.

Oh how I WISH,
I were your daddy!
You wouldn't laugh or dismiss me.
I wish with me you 'would' ball your fist.
You would do more than sleep and eat.
Then with disrespect...
Do as you please.

'Excuse me!
That is 'my' child.
And I do all the discipling here.

You and I are just dating.
And let me make that perfectly clear.'