the gravy train

there seems to be a lot

of older children still at home,

or living under

someone else's roof, with no

jobs, or prospects

of employment.

everyone is afraid to tell them

to get the hell out

of this house and pound

the pavement.

don't come back until you

have work.

you're 32 years old with

a college education and you sit

around all day twiddling

your thumbs and playing

video games.

but no one ever says that anymore.

people are afraid of losing

the love of their children.

instead they say.

i did your clothes, and we're

having dinner at six,

so be home by then, dear.

have a nice day while i'm

a work. if you have time, 

please try to walk the dog

at some point. thanks sweetie.