The Times Are a Changin
You know I always thought that as I got older I would become the boss of me, but that's not how it works. It would appear that children are now the boss of me. Who is your boss? Wherever I live, or should I say, whomever I live with seems to think they are my manager. They want to manage how, when and what I eat. What, if any, television program I should watch, what religion if any I should adopt, how to pray, which God to pray to, who to vote for, how to wash my hands and wash dishes. How to dress - God forbid that we see your legs. They tell me that I shouldn't smoke because its bad for me. Really!!! And they discovered this when? When they were busy taking magic mushrooms and cocaine and Ecstasy and who knows what. I never took any of that shit!!! Some of them really want me to be happy and do some painting. But go and do it outside in the cold shed and only paint stuff that we think is okay. We need you to come and live with us and help us pay the rent but keep to yours