Rant poem (Redraft)

Your Children come first

Except when they don’t                                 

Your ethics I cursed

Endure you, I wont

We all have our routines                        

not you though, your exempt

Are you still in your Teens?

To explain, don’t attempt.

Money means a lot

That I can’t deny

Think what you have got

And ask your self why

Money gets thrown around

Horse riding, toy shop trips

I say nothing, no sound                                  

No snide remarks, no quips

Your always away                                           

When the girls need you

They want you to stay

If only you knew

Who is the best parent?

Who wins the sacred prize?                            

Your childish and errant

You can’t see through eyes

Moneys not enough

It’s time they require

It’s time to get tough

It’s time to inspire.