A Teenager's Letter to MOM

Dear MOM,

I don't want to clean up my bedroom

I like to live in this mess

I don't want to pick up my clothes either

I just want to watch TV and rest

So get off my back would you mother

I don't need clean underwear

I don't need to find my homework

I don't need to sleep either, I swear

So just close my door and be grateful

That you don't have to live like that

I'll let you know when the health department

Comes and forces out all the bats

You say it looks like a bomb hit

Cause there's stuff all over the place

But I say it's just teenage artistic expression

And the pizza bones are not a disgrace

Someday when I'm grownup and famous

You'll say, "Why I used to her Mom.

I thought she'd grow up to be a big slob

But look she's actually got some charm."