Friday, April 20, 2018
SLAM POETRY

TRUTH ABOUT PARENTS

My mom and dad are not what they seem,

Their dull appearance is a part of their scheme.

I know of their plans. I know their techniques,

My parents are outer space alien freaks!

They landed on Earth in spaceship humongous,

Posing as grownups, they now walk among us,

Parents deny this, but I know the truth,

They’re here to enslave me and spoil my youth.

Early each morning, as the sun rises,

Mom and dad put on their Earthling disguises.

I knew right away their masks weren’t legit.

Their faces are lined, they sag and don’t fit.

The earth’s gravity makes them sluggish and slow,

They say not to run, wherever I go,

They live by the clock, they’re slaves to routines,

They work the year round, they’re almost machines.

They deny that T.V. and Fried Food have much worth,

They cannot be human. They’re not of this earth.

I cannot escape their alien gaze,

And they’re warping my mind with their alien ways,

For God’s sake, this one is a gem,

They’re bringing me up to turn me into them.

(Well this was just for reading purposes, our parents are always there to help and support us come what may, and by the way…. Good Luck for your Exams.)

Lakshwir Singh.

Student Reporter