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Line-up, you perps,
And face the front,
My aim is straight,
And very blunt.
Forget the Drama
I ain’t yo’ Momma!
But most inherent,
I AM a parent
And
He’s God’s child,
Which makes me wild,
And riled
To see
Pretending-friending
Ego bending
Over and around YOUR rule
Just to prove
He too is “cool”
If joking-poking
Sets him smoking
Or
Stinking- thinking results in drinking,
Your huffin’-puffin’
Will get you nothing!
Crunching, crumbling
Grinding, crash
You can just forget
Your stash.
Liver, lungs,
Brain or tongue,
Too high a price
For wrong advice.
Unhand my peep,
Misguided creep!
This Watch-Dog Mother
Will blow your cover.
My boss, THE LORD,
Gave me His sword
To battle, rattle,
Unseat your saddle,
To stop your yakking
And send you packing.
It’s plain and simple:
Body-temple
Has only place
For love and grace.
Not fake appeal
Designed to steal
By masked devourer
Whose godless power
Is lying, wielding,
Sand-based building,
Which pressures youth
To miss the truth.
In disguise, to
Blind young eyes,
With influence peddling
From friends whose meddling
Connections fail,
Not passing go, may land in jail (no bail.)
Before you drop
Or lose your guard,
Read what God said
On His card,
Made from a tree
(Addressed to you and also me)
He paid our fee
To get out, FREE!
There must be 50 ways,
you'll soon discover,
To unhook yourself
From some bad brother.
Paraphrased from old
Injunctions,
Lines help discern
Some Pal malfunctions.
Gives you pause
To seek your map,
To be advised
And take the RAP…
(Simon says to sing with feeling,
words he wrote which were appealing
:0)
Slip out the back,
Mac.
Here’s a new key,
Lee.
Don’t let them decide,
Clyde.
Use your own head,
Fred.
Make a fresh plan,
Stan.
(Stay away from this kid,
Sid or You’re going downtown,
Clown.)
Now, you’ve suffered
Through this bit,
Ponder on
Who’s counterfeit.
I can’t ignore what
Harms my own.
This lifetime job was carved in STONE.
Be brave, stand tall
You’re strong… don’t fear,
And smile,
My dear...
With PRESSURE off,
You have no PEER!
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