Again you do the same thing
again I scold you for the same thing
Yet again I know you will repeat the same thing.
Oh yeah child of mine
what hasth thine ear for?
Merely a fan on thine head to wade off words?
Or a barn to rack up rotten yams?
Again this child of mine I scold you
again you give me a reason to scorn you
What delights derive thee to be object of shame?
What pleasure dosth thou gain being ridiculed?
Art thine layer of flesh so lead thick that the rays of insult spite you not?
Again my child you irk me,
Again you make my stomach rumble in anger.
How happy does my tense nerve make you?
Why make me believe you gat no brain?
What resides on thine head so large?
An empty barrel or a stuffed up trash?
Again my child I repeat the same thing
again you sit there sober and staring Yet I know what sequel follows this.
All my words become water after now
vaporized by the heat of your arid heart
How can wisdom grow in a land so dry?
Again my child my heart bleeds
again my spirit fall low Knowing thou seems unable to learn.
Art thine thinking ape like?
Art thine mind goat like?
Or thou just choose to spite me?
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