My mom lost her home and is now living in an assisted living facility trying to take care of my lazy younger brothers and nephews. She should have had her home paid for 30 years ago but when my sister called me mom still owed about 80 thousands dollars on her house.
All the lazy no working, drug using boys had to find somewhere else to live when the camp broke up. None of moms other responsible kids could talk any sense into her for years. She fought us tooth and nail. I tried to tell her she couldn't afford her spoiling habit but she wouldn't listen. Oddly enough all the drug using no working lazy boys finally learned they had to work or don't eat. As of this day and time they're working and doing fine. But we lost our childhood home and mom is in this assisted care facility with short term memory loss from all the stress. Anyway this motivated my poem.

Wild animals go out on the hunt,
they have no problem being blunt,
or performing a follow up stunt.
Some game gets away,
only to be eaten another day.
Little bird in the nest,
learns how to fly, he's no longer a guest,
try to hang around he becomes a pest.
This is just natures way of operating,
and there's hardly no negotiating.

At eighteen a man suspose to be grown,
out getting ready to live on his own,
but some do not prepare,
end up suffering from what they've sown.
If a 18 year old is laying around lazy,
letting him in your door would be crazy.
Think you're frustrated while he's out,
just let him come in your door,
you'll find what true frustration is about.

And if he's already in,
get ready because the show will soon begin.
That is if it hasn't aready started,
and you haven't joinded the dearly departed.
If you're not a mother or father,
don't even freaking bother.

A good kid you might want to help all you can,
if he's truly trying to learn how to be a good man.
Anyone you might want to help
if they're truly trying,
even if they have you almost crying.
When it comes to family and friends
there's a thin line to cross,
either way we may still suffer a loss.
And of course it's tough being the boss.
Tough decisions have to be made,
plans have to be laid,
20 years ago I gave up Koolaid.
Now I drink real fruit punch,
and eat a better lunch,
so here's a hunch,
no crazy boys came in my door,
because I knew the score,
so my pockets have more.

OnepoetGem