Parental Issues

To be so young and know it all

At this age I’m so proud

I need no one to thank for it

My glowing beacon in the crowd

Surrounded by my lesser folk

Who haven’t got a clue

Apart from laundry, food or ironing

They have little else to do
On and on they nag so much

Like I should do their bidding

'Be polite and study more'

Who are they bloody kidding?
My pals and I we’ve got it made

We are virtually well set

Every Gadget every gizmo

Much more pleasure on the net
I suppose I should be grateful

That they gave me all they got

But I never asked to be here
So don’t put me on the spot