Your chocolate went missing, the brown
on my face
Good for one week of grounding, one
minute's disgrace.
Your pudding went missing and never was
found.
You assumed it was me; one more week on
the ground.
I've made selfish choices and clumsy
mistakes,
and you've said I should tell you
before it's too late,
But whether it's accidents, candy or
toys,
It all costs the same: quiet after loud
noise.
I never did homework, and sometimes you
asked,
But there's no heading it off when it
brings the same wrath
As when you find out at the end of the
term,
Right down to asking why I never learn.
You make a good show of demanding the
truth.
You taught me I'm better off lying to
you.
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