It’s been a month,
Since you’ve arrived.
I\'ll help you in,
Your quest to survive.
But, reached a point,
Have to draft rules.
To avoid getting mad,
And, feeling blue.
No more drinking,
During week nights.
Only ends up,
In tears and fights.
No forever running,
The washer and dryer.
My bills are soaring,
Costs tripled, higher.
No leaving the house,
After 10.
Return only,
Before then.
Lock the house,
This I demand!
Or else be met,
With the Boogeyman!
No video playing,
After 11.
I’ll pull the plug,
Well before then.
No more requests,
To me, for money.
It turns my stomach,
Just not funny.
Sorry that these,
Rules are made.
Only that,
I’m feeling played.
The party’s over.
My mind, no doubt.
The goal\'s to get you,
On your own and out.
What started as kindness,
From me, a gesture.
Now a pain in my heart,
That starting to fester.
I’ve paid my dues,
I’ve raised you right.
No more arguments,
No more fights.
No good deed,
Unpunished, goes.
Respect my wishes,
Follow these rules.