It ain’t right.
He can’t see clouds in the sky.
He walks with his head down.
Never looking up.
It ain’t right.
He comes into our home.
He knocks over precious things.
Never caring what he broke.
It ain’t right.
He ignores the red in the rainbow.
He says it doesn’t belong there.
Never seeing the other side.
It ain’t right.
He eats cereal for lunch.
He leaves a mess behind.
Never dirtying his manly hands.
It ain’t right.
He did me like this yesterday.
He does me like this today.
Never learning his lesson.
It sure ain’t alright.
Pisaries Creator 
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