Honey, get up.
Time for school.

“Oh, Mom, let me sleep a bit more.”

Breakfast is on the table.
Up and at ‘em.

“Oh, Mom, give me a break.
I’ll eat at school.
Buy a coke;
A bag of fries.”

No way, Jose.
Orange juice,
A slice of melon;
A bowl of
Whole wheat cheerios awaits
This prince charming
Before he board the
Chariot ride
Toward his future.

How was your day, honey.
Can’t hear me.
Take that iPod connection
Out of your ears.
That doesn’t go to school.
Give it.

“Oh, Mom,
What do I have to do?
Get on my knees and beg.
I can’t live without music
Filling my head until I’m dead.”

That gizmo gets
Locked up in solitary
For thirty days and nights.

“I need one of those cell phones
That takes pictures, mom.”

No!

“Hey mom, do you know how much I love you?
Can I watch reality TV tonight?”

Not until you’ve finished your homework,
Love child,
And match the homework hotline.
You can’t pull wool over my head.
After homework, read an hour from that book
We bought Saturday.

“Oh, Mom, reading is boring.
I have to check my E-mails;
visit YouTube.
I’d rather shop for clothes.”

What am I going to say?

“No!”

It’s nine. Time for bed.

Groan!

“Okay, Mom, Okay!
Don’t hassle me.
I’m going.
My friends
Feel sorry for me.
I never watch TV
Till midnight like them.
I’m missing out on life, Mom.
I’m a loser.”

I’m counting the seconds.
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