To my Kids

If politicos ask you
To fight for flag, country and god,
Just say - you'd rather not,
For you surely know,
They and their kids won't go,
If a hotshot preacher asks you
To donate and pray,
You tell this grafter - no way,
A shrew you should never marry,
Neither the gals who sleep
With Tom, Dick and Harry,
And if I get old and can't be alone,
Don't send me to a nursing home,
Just put me into your doggie hut
And throw me a bone,
And if I leave no estate when I die,
Don't be disappointed,
I spent it all - that's why.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz