Told from the moment of your birth, you’re the Golden Son
Praised for petty acts and deeds, you’re mother’s Special One
Worshipped within your family, you learn bold conceit
Playing games you can’t win, you begin to cheat
Your skill in charming others often leads to sly lies
Forcing others to view you through your mama’s eyes
Cocky and self-centered, you use people in your life
Manipulating others helps you avoid strife
Adultery entices you, it’s part of your game
Interchangeable parts—all women are the same
Unhappiness follows your steps, even when you run
You can’t help the hearts you break, you’re the Golden Son
Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
All of us know a "Golden Son" either through personal or professional relationships.
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