Stepdad had a bad back
From a car wreck he had a while back
So the chores were all ours to do
He sat bored in the living room
He pulled the muscles and was in traction.
His birthday came one Friday
He said, “Dammit, this is my day.”
He went out side to mow
Tempting his hernia to blow
He wanted a life for his birthday.
We stopped Stepdad in his tracks
We reminded him of his bad back
“If you’re feeling so spunky
We’ll get you a monkey”
And you can go lay on the rack.
“A monkey would really be nice,”
He said. We didn’t have to be asked twice.
We went to the store
And we weren’t that poor.
We came home with sea monkeys and dice.
“Dice? For what,” Stepdad asked.
“For the next time you’re up to the task.
If you want to gamble
Right now you amble
Instead taking vicodin and basking.”
By Azriel Johnson