My Cardboard Balcony

I Just Wanted A Pint by Belinda Roddie Little woman, little man drinking from a cider can. One wears brown shoes, one wears black, one's scheduled for a heart attack. Carbonation in a glass, bar brawl 'bout to kick your ass. Still, you'll get a hit or two, enough to make his face turn blue. Little man needs CPR, little woman's in your car. Stop the bleeding from your nose and feel the rubber 'gainst your toes.

No spoonful of ice cream until you eat your carrots and peas. No visit to the park until your bedroom is all cleaned. No vacant stare at the television until you've picked a book to read. And no getting a new toy until you've helped Dad rake the leaves. There are rules to be followed, and I'm sure you don't understand, but you won't get the things you want until you do as I command.