Usurping Authority

The father told the son “Remove your hood,”
and I believe my visage disagreed,
so I’m the one admonished. I’m no good –
usurping Dad’s authority, indeed!
Another Pop another time decreed
a bedtime story done (at quarter length).
Then I was warned I’d best not intercede
(as if I had the heft to topple strength).


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