The joys of motherhood with a lazy teen.
Let me tell you a story about my boy name Dane
He has to be the laziest that the world has ever seen
Cleaning up after himself, to him a foreign word
If you see his hygiene, you’d say it’s absolutely absurd
Fifteen years old and he still refuses to use the shower
This boy’s whole body smells extremely foul and sour
When he spills food on the floor, he just walks on by
I tell you this kid, make me want to scream and cry
Just in one day, he’ll use everything in the cupboards and drawers
He refuses to listen to my rules to close the opened doors
If he uses all the dishes, he’ll start on lid, pots and pans
I’ve never ever seen him clean his teeth nor wash his dirty hands
He is even to lazy to develop a personality
I am his mother, so take the truth from me
For now I seem to clean his every mess
Hopefully I can kick him out in two years or less
If you have one lazier, I’d sure like to know
Because when he get older, out of this he’ll grow
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