DON'T MESS WITH MOM

This is just a poem I came across. These kids are something else, but we always have something to come right back at 'em with. :-)

DON'T MESS WITH MOM
>
>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 & nose.
>I can read & 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 & pants galore.
>
>I've called and checked with C.S.D.
>who said they didn't care
>i f 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 till 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 TV,
>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 & 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..?"

Alright now Niquey! What is so darn funny? I copied and pasted this. I didn't make this up. lol