Monday, April 27, 2015

"Golden Son"

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


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