Absent Minded
The Plan: The Curse
Mom,
when I grow up...
and you're still on the sauce,
i might beg you to stop,
I might babysit
while you go to detox
Dad,
When I grow up...
and you're still on the scene
i might confront you on the subject
i might have you rehabilitated
until clean.
Brother,
When I grow up,
and you haven't found love....
I might find a hundred beautiful women
and try to set you up
Step mother,
when I grow up
And i realise
how i treated you bad
I'll send you roses or daisies
and write you a letter
to make you feel better
better than you ever have.
And when I grow up
I hope I won't have to do these things
and if i wasn't the perfect child
Then i hope you can inspire me
when I grow up...
and you're still on the sauce,
i might beg you to stop,
I might babysit
while you go to detox
Dad,
When I grow up...
and you're still on the scene
i might confront you on the subject
i might have you rehabilitated
until clean.
Brother,
When I grow up,
and you haven't found love....
I might find a hundred beautiful women
and try to set you up
Step mother,
when I grow up
And i realise
how i treated you bad
I'll send you roses or daisies
and write you a letter
to make you feel better
better than you ever have.
And when I grow up
I hope I won't have to do these things
and if i wasn't the perfect child
Then i hope you can inspire me
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
The Plan: The Curse
The Plan: The Curse
