Writing as an Adult & Teen #5: Fighting Sisters and Counseling, by jwhwz Subscribe to rss feed for jwhwz

I love to write; it makes me want to skip and hop;
It shouldn't be legal to have so much fun; someone should
call a cop.
Because writing makes it so that often, I don't have to go
to a shrink;
And spend all of my insurance money in an eye's blink.
Besides, I only care about what I think;
And, I think that a lot of counselors stink.
To them, I don't have a lot to say;
I just wait for my prescription, and they wish me a nice
day.
For, my family and friends are best for talking;
Even though, sometimes, my sisters liked mocking.
But, all sisters like to tease;
Even if we are raised to say, "Thank you" and "Please".
I mostly fought a lot with my sisters;
I'm surprised that I don't have fighting blisters.
But, things are O.K. since I grew up;
Because I'm my own boss, and can drink coffee in a cup.
But, I'm writing as a kid;
And I have to make up for mistakes that my grandparents
did.
Because each generation thinks that better they are doing;
When in the background, the kids are still "boo"ing.
Posted: 2011-11-17 17:47:20 UTC

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