My son of seventeen years
said it was a gut course
he boned up,
flunked the exam,
was canned today,
and said,
‘well it wasn’t my bag anyway!’

But,
he needed bread
to freak out
to jag,
and was hopping mad
because some cat
totalled his bike.

When I refused
he called me
a fat cat,
a cheapskate,
a pit dude!

He said that
I ran a clip joint
and chiselled on my
income tax!

So I said to him,
using his jargon …
‘Get with it man
and none of your lip!’

Shocked at my brazenness
he said that if
I didn’t layout the bread
he’d cop out from life itself!

At the negative shake of my head,
he banged the door,
kicked the wall
yelled, ‘life is a boner’
and left!