Fine children rotting from negligence

Irresponsible parenting

So much foolishness

Bubbling and running over

From the fertile minds of children

No father to whip down the madness

No mother to slap that little fool

Into a sensible being

What is all this ‘no flogging a child’ I hear?

And for every rod of correction

Thrown through the back door

A baboon grows in our yard

I will take this bullshit no more

Foolishness is attached to the heart

Of a child

If you are sparing your rod

I am spreading mine

On the backs of my children

I want them strong

I want them wise

I want them great