Are CPS interventions a bit overboard?
Humor - but a lot of truth here
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My son came home from school one day With a smirk upon his face. He'd decided he was smart enough, To put me in my place. In social science class today, Taught by Missus Fikes We learned about the latest laws, the Children's Bill of Rights. It says I need not clean my room, You can't dictate my hair. No one can tell me what to think, Or speak or what to wear. I can play my raucus music As loud as it will go And if you try to turn it down, It shows you're just too old. 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'll wear earrings where I want, I'll pierce my tongue and nose. I'll watch and play the stuff I want, And get tattoos from neck to toes. And don't you ever spank me, Or you'll be serving time, But I can beat and bully others -- For me it's not a crime. Don't you ever touch me, My body's only for my use, I don't want your hugs and kisses, That's just more child abuse. Don't preach about God's morals, Like your mama did to you. That's nothing more than mind control, And it's illegal, too. Mom, we have these children's rights, So you best not mess with us. Or we'll call Child Protection, Better known as C.P.S. There is no Constitution now It don't apply to us. The Bill of Rights does not apply So says the C.P.S. The Ten Commandments are a myth You can't enslave my mind. I'm free to disobey you The law is on my side. Don't talk about the old days Or the history of our land. You know those were Dark Ages. Over me you can't command. We owe you no respect because Our wants you haven't filled And the 'sacrifices' you have made for us, They just don't fit the bill. As a parent you're a failure You've really made a mess. It's a wonder we don't turn you in, To the county C.P.S.