Dont Tell Me How To Raise Your Kids Poem by Bryan Cobaris

Attention parents we are gathered here today
because we’re tired of your complaints
We’ve got something to say
We’ve been raising your children for years and
we don’t need your help
We’ll go around the room, so each can introduce them self.

Hello my name is “T.V.” and I keep your kids from learning how to read.
My shows teach them bad habits and turn them away from morals they need.
Hi, my name is the “Internet” and I’m the world’s worst babysitter.
I show them free porn and let them act like adults on Facebook and Twitter.

Yo! We’re they’re favorite celebs and we show them how to dress.
We’re the reason why the girls want to show skin and why the boys look a hot mess.
Hey don’t forget about us, we’re the neighbors who live down the block.
Don’t expect us to discipline your child when our kids are out in the streets around the clock.

Don’t forget about us; the grandparents, teachers, and staff at youth centers.
Don’t blame us when your kids don’t act right we’re only the mentors.
I am God and you’ve been pulling your kids away from Me for years.
You only let Me see them on a few Sundays, every Easter, and when they have you in tears.

These others are in control of your children, and taking it back is what you have to do.
I love you and your children, and I have great blessings in store for you.
When I allowed you to become a parent, I also had some great plans.
It’s not too late to see them. Trust in Me and I’ll turn your “can’t”s into “can”s.

There’s a reason why you heard this, so fill your cup with what’s been poured.
Make the one choice that will change your lives; that you and your house will serve the Lord.