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Never Be a Good Boy

It was clear from the moment you were born you weren’t ever going to be a good boy.

You looked like a drunken leprechaun even in your baby pictures,

dressed in a green suit,

red faced,

with a toothless grin that said,

hell yes I’m ready to party.

This is a boy who chose to lick barbecue sauce from his mother’s fingers over mother’s milk in the first five minutes of life.

I knew right then you were daddy’s little hell raiser.

Nope, you’re not a good boy,

never will be some button downed prince with a silver stick up his ass,

and that’s just how I want you to be.

No, my little prince of chaos,

keep true to who you are,

wild, free, full of laughter, courage and strength.

Good boys, they grow up to be nice guys,

and Leo the Lip told us all we need to know about them.

Real honest hooligans like you,

grow up to be heroes,

because you show us all how to live.

Categories: Poetry
  1. July 1, 2010 at 1:53 pm

    this is so true..married one..raised one..love your writing!

  2. dustus
    July 1, 2010 at 10:38 pm

    Enjoy the flow and wit to the lines.

  3. July 2, 2010 at 2:58 am

    Soulfull writing…beautifully said 🙂

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