Dad said my room was messy
So what’s a girl to do?
It’s a pity, but I guess he
Thinks he can tell me what to do

You’ll forgive my not extolling
Someone who doesn’t have a clue
I’d say the man’s a tad controlling
And he has ego issues, too

Of course, my room’s a private matter
Just like my mother’s cigarettes
She should be thankful that her
Kids don’t follow those footsteps

Nobody’s perfect, is all I’m saying
Please respect my point of view
Or I will tune out all your braying
Nobody tells me what to do

by Richard W. Bray

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