Dear Mom and Dad, <br />I need just one more drag <br />On that glorious fag <br />I do not have the money <br />I realize you do not think it is funny <br />I will definitely repay you <br />If not in cash then in kind <br />But right now I need to sniff the stuff <br />Please, all I ask for is for a single puff <br />As parents you are a parsimonious pair <br />You claim that for me you really care <br />But if you really did <br />You would part with the quid <br />And of me and my problems you’d be rid <br />I do not know how to sound convincing <br />Since your threats and your ranting <br />No longer bother me <br />I will be as I want to be <br />And to hell with you and your kind <br />With one puff I can easily unwind <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Dear son, <br />You think that it is fun <br />For us to try and manage an adult’s life <br />And with it, all the attendant strife <br />Over the years we have had but one aim <br />Caring for you and bringing you to fame <br />From the time you took your first independent baby steps <br />Until you successfully cleared your high school exams <br />We stayed by your side <br />As parents, friend and guide <br />Now everything seems such a sad shame <br />Where you are concerned, we are the only ones to blame <br />Our responsibility does not end <br />We seem to continuously have to defend <br />Our reasons for refusing late nights <br />Even though we are well within our rights <br />To stop you from smoking and ruining your health <br />Inhaling dangerous substances with such stealth <br />It is now time that you come to terms with life, get sane <br />Shake your self out of your reverie and start living again<br /><br />Sandra Martyres<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/letters-4/
