My son came home from school one�day, with a smirk upon his�face.

He decided he was smart�enough, to put me in my�place.

"Guess what I learned in Civics�Two,�that's taught by Mr.�Wright?

It's all about the laws�today, the 'Children's Bill of�Rights.'

It says I need not clean my�room, don't have to cut my�hair;

No one can tell me what to�think,�or speak, or what to�wear.

I have freedom from�religion, and regardless what you�say,

I don't have to bow my�head,�and I sure don't have to�pray.

I can wear earrings if I�want, and pierce my tongue and�nose.

I can read and watch just what I�like, get tattoos from head to�toe.

And if you ever spank�me, I'll charge you with a�crime.

I'll back up all my�charges, with the marks on my�behind.

Don't you ever touch�me, my body's only for my�use,

not for your hugs and�kisses, that's just more child�abuse.

Don't preach about your�morals,�like your mama did to�you.

That's nothing more than mind�control, and it's illegal, too!

Mom, I have these children's�rights,�so you can't influence�me,

Or I'll call Children's Services�Division,�better known as�C.S.D."

Of course my first instinct�was�to toss him out the�door.

But the chance to teach him a�lesson�made me think a little�more.

I mulled it over�carefully,�I couldn't let this go.

A smile crept upon my�face;�he's messing with a�pro.

Next day I took him�shopping at the local Goodwill�Store.

I told him, "Pick out all you�want,�there's shirts and pants�galore.

I've called and checked with�C.S.D.�who said they didn't�care

If I bought you K-Mart�shoes�instead of those Nike�Airs.

I've canceled that�appointment to take your driver's�test;

The C.S.D. is�unconcerned�so I'll decide what's�best."

I said, "No time to stop and�eat, or pick up stuff to�munch.

And tomorrow you can start to�learn to make your own sack�lunch.

Just save the raging�appetite, and wait 'til dinner�time.

We're having liver and�onions,�a favorite dish of�mine."

He asked, "Can I please rent a�movie,�to watch on my VCR?"

"Sorry, but I sold your�VCR,�for new tires on my�car.

I also rented out your room; you'll take the couch�instead.

The C.S.D. requires just a roof over your�head.

Your clothing won't be trendy now;�I'll choose what we�eat.

That allowance that you used to�get�will buy me something�neat.

I'm selling off your jet ski, dirt bike and roller�blades.

Check out the 'Parents Bill of�Rights',�it's in effect today!

Hey hot shot, are you�crying, Why are you on your�knees?

Are you asking God to help you�out, instead of C.S.D.?"

March on, Mom!

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