knock knock - i'm here

ask and you shall receive does not apply to those who dealt with your endless toothpaste diarrhoea and stringy dribble, and complaints about sand from the pit in your eyes, and your school bag being too big and your hat being too uncomfortable, and going from barbie to bratz to barbie. i am so far from being in the position to judge how offspring fail to appreciate their parents that i am football fields away from being close enough to catch a pass. (so far away that i could get myself a pretzel without having my lack of presence noticed). but honestly, it's time to wake up or have something smack you across your undeserving face and realise that having others provide what makes your life yours is unbelievably hypocritical and beyond ironic. because you are so adamant that you represent what you stand for so well, when in fact the shoes on your feet and the ones who taught you to tie the laces don't even cross your mind anymore.