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American Family

by Tony Whitaker


Since I was born
been through it all
growing up in America
taught me
to fall

No life on your own
living for the dough
work your fingers to the bone
little time
for your own

Wives are at the bar
husbands dream at the links
kids are on their own
making double-shotted drinks

Male stars have turned to boys
Small hands and smooth skin
look at NASCAR now
and remember
way back when

Now they sell their pride
for the chance to take a ride
looking good for the masses
pushing crap
on the side

Livin’ in America
when the family was tight
mama cooking dinner
daddy home
every night

Now the time’s have changed
dinner all alone
wife at the gym
little Phil
on the phone

Daughter’s at baseball practice
oldest son is on the Dell
level 60 and he’s king

American family
Living Hell

04/12/2007

Author's Note: Another song I wrote some time back. I remember writing it in about 15 minutes. I was just angry as hell at something I can't rememeber!

Posted on 04/12/2007
Copyright © 2021 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by A. Paige White on 04/12/07 at 11:45 PM

Well, you summed up our lifestyles pretty well in such a short amount of time. My angst with it I got out of my system in cellular cell mates, so I relate to the aggravation. Grand babies are a great cure for what ails you though. They'll sit and help you blow bubbles for hours, or laugh when you make a puppet out of a stuffed animal as long as your strength lasts. I recommend them highly to relieve the stress of the nuclear age when relationships are going to hell. Toddlers don't let it bother them any. I'm learning alot from my grandson. He's my hero!

Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 04/13/07 at 12:16 AM

love this! we are a weird little family...dad works full time, i work part time at night, so little guy isn't in day care, but we don't have a regular family dinner. but we do everything together when we can...even the gym and grocery shopping.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/13/07 at 04:27 AM

Your frustrations come through loud and clear in this one - a great song describing these very different times.

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