The Perpetual Jail Kid

The prisoner was once a kid,
A young innocent kid
Who knew not his father, but only his mother
Who beat him, knived him, skulled him
In the name of Independence
And who expected only yearly payments
Who demanded the government give her
Not what she needed, but what she thought she needed
The now grown kid
Learnt only how to take, but not to give
How to envy the workers, but not how to work
How to trash, but not how to clean up one's act
Now he is the perpetual jail kid.
Who knows no values and morals

Had he had a known father
Who could have loved him ,and cared for him
Who knows where he may now be?
But, it was too sad,
One may only blame his parents
For their irresponsible selfish acts
To satisfy their pleasure
The fruit of their desire
A rotten delinquent, a
A perpetual jail kid