Crumb Grabber, Money Snatcher, Giving Moody Back

Crumb grabber.
Money snatcher.
Giving moody back.

My baby has my eyes.

And laying around the house with no chores to attack.

My baby has my eyes.

Even when we visit him in prison he's a hoot.

My baby has my eyes.

Maybe we did spoil him but he's 'so cute'!

(And) My baby has my eyes.

Some can not get over,
How their children grow up.
To do nothing but break hearts.
And become corrupt!

Oh...
They defend their parenting done.
With excuses to the principal...
Why their kids can't seem to learn a thing!
And why it is necessary,
To accuse the teachers, society...
And neighborhoods they live,
Why they have allowed these 'monsters'
To exist without values....
With honored gang memberships.
To do nothing but selfish senselessness.

And have no good deeds,
To offer or give!
Instead of living their lives...
Quick and easy just to be pleased!

'Not 'my' kids.
Not one I raised to be liars or thieves.'

Crumb grabber.
Money snatcher.
Giving moody back.

My baby has my eyes.

And laying around the house with no chores to attack.

My baby has my eyes.

Growing up and making their parents feel guilt.

My baby has my eyes.

To breast feed
And think free is milk!

My baby has my eyes.

Walking up and down the streets to mug and kill.

My baby has my eyes.

Doing things just for 'kicks' and thrills.

My baby has my eyes.

Crumb grabber.
Money snatcher.
Giving moody back.

My baby has my eyes.

And laying around the house with no chores to attack.

My baby has my eyes.

My baby has,
My baby has...
I can't deny those eyes.
Those eyes are mine.

My baby has,
My baby has...
My baby has my eyes!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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