Direct And Indirectly

Direct and indirectly... God has blessed me! Not to have a child to have lived. And I am today pleased with that. And I am being extremely positive. No one on this Earth, Would tell me how to raise my kids. Or suggest that I read, How someone else believes... That should be done! I would spare that rod. And use one thick belt! If my child spoke back to me... A behind would be whipped. Burning hot! Preventing him or her to sit! 'Go to your room! ' Would not come from my lips. 'Get out of my house...! ' And that would be it! 911? They could call it if they wish. And that child of mine should call... They better disappear. Or they will never again exist! I am not going to be disrespected, By someone I support! Or be cussed out in public. Like I hear some children, To their parents exhort. I don't think so! 'Excuse me... May I use your PA system for a moment? Thank you! ATTENTION! ATTENTION! There is a child needing immediate medical assistance. Will someone please call the police and an ambulance! I will be in either produce or Aisle 17. I have shopping to finish. I thank you for your patience! ' My children will be disciplined. Respectful of others. And not a selfish bone will they have in their bodies. Free they will be of lies and deceit. I will not be busting my ass... To weed my flowers of crabgrass. And God knew! ~But 'why' would you break your son's nose, Mister Pertillar? ~ *You see those braces on his teeth? They cost me a fortune. His nose will heal and I will probably go to jail. Far less expensive of a price to pay. But this 'kid' is in his 20's. And 'he'... Not 'you' Reminds me 24/7... How long 2 minutes of pleasure can aggravate.' **You told me it was 4 hours! ** *Do you see what I'm saying? Even with a broken nose, His mouth is still open! *