On The Shelf

I was young and you were wise
These ill placed rules do I despise
On the table you placed food
So these limits understood

But as I grow I drift away
And on firm ground you start to sway
The food I now provide myself
And set your rules down on the shelf

You told me what I couldn't wear
But anymore I just don't care
I'm branching out and on my own
I am ready to leave this home

What's that down there on your feet
That's ill mannered be discreet
 And those shorts reveal your legs
Cover up she sternly begs

And that shirt is so perverse
They'll think your under Satan's
Well listen here I'll tell you what
He bound my hands and got my butt

I'll wear these shorts and I'll show off
And your rules I'll proudly scoff
And from your home I will be cast
But jokes on you that's in the past

In Satan's lap is my throne
For in his ways I have grown
I've seeped back in to reality
I am in prefect mentality