Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Divisive

Divisive though a thing like that may be,
I had to choose between my sons today.
They balked, yes, but I did it anyway;
I don't want people influencing me,
And life's great battle starts in infancy
With parents telling you you have no say
And harping at you that all work no play
Makes Jack a good boy. Die unceasingly.

So when I chose the middle one, suffice
To say Esau and Jake felt perfect fools.
They've both spent far too many hours in schools
And working on their tans, I told them, twice,
So when I made my will, they paid the price.
There are no rules, baby. There are no rules.

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