A Child Groans in the Dark
(Part 1)
Parental Excuses
(by Shaun Sykes)
Composed on June 22-23, 1993

Question # 1… Who is that child? Why does he cry?
Why don't you care if he lives or dies?

Excuse # 1…
Frankly and candidly speaking, we simply have no time
left for the boy. We give him everything he wants,
and he has millions of toys.

There's never enough time in a day for us to
finish our work. We have no time for silly
things or children who are such jerks.

We had the boy late in life, after our careers
were in full swing. Our jobs are quite demanding,
but they treat us both like kings.

Don't come to me for help in school - or some
advice, don't draw near our door! You march
yourself right back to school, I mean really!
What do we pay teachers for? What, do they
want more?

Play a game, find a friend, we'll even buy you
a dog. The babysitter is out today,
but we can quickly jog….

To Grandma's, cousin's, neighbor's house,
that is where you'll stay. They've plenty of
time to waste with you, and they expect no pay!

Who has time for children? There's money to
make out there. You spend your time creating
them, but have none left to care.

The older you get, the more trouble you are,
get away from me! I have no time for kisses,
cuddles, hugs or lasting memories.

The best companion for the boy is local
television and cable…. He just hits the switch
and the world unfolds right across the table.

As parents we are golden, very proud of our
Achievement …. When he gets older he will
thank us for his life and our involvement.

But that is later, this is now, there's much
work for us to do. Just leave the boy right
here, you know, our minutes are very few.

Question # 2… Listen, she's you daughter - keep her in line.
if she keeps this up she may just drive us right
out of our minds!

Excuse # 2…
Get off it already! Let the child live. Life
is just a party. We dance all night, and sing
a bit, and drink too much baccardi.

Look at me, look at us. We're too young to be
parents. We have our whole lives ahead of us.
And then one day ….
An accidental pregnancy hits both of us like a
speeding bus.

Who's ready for a baby, not us the popular two.
Let's think about it later, as we dance
all night with our crew.

We had our fun, until the time our baby started
to show. Then she got sick and all our racy
living had to go.

He felt he had to take the full responsibility…
When he fouud out he was the father of our
newborn baby.

But who has time for marriage - not me, I
Will not try. Right now I have my eye on
A cute and older guy!

Parents for a lifetime, partners forever more.
Lovers for a moment, but spouses neither, nor.

We never see the baby, or let on that she's
ours. Cause it could ruin our fun and games,
and all our dating powers.

Parental training, Planned Parenthood. No Way!
It's just a bore. Call mothers, sisters, anyone…
Besides, that's what they're for.

So toss the baby in the car, all night we'll
stay away. We'll leave her with the neighbors,
there's plenty of time to play.

Who needs to be looked up to - Love, care
and guidance we'll never give. She never can
depend on us, but we know how to live!

Question # 3 … Why do you let him talk back to you like that?
Let me have him one day and he won't be such a brat!

Excuse # 3…
Well I wish you would take him off our hands,
you'll see just how much trouble he is. He rants
and raves, destroys the house and gives us
all the biz.

You see, he's classified as a problem child,
we've taken him to a specialist for two years,
going on three. The diagnosis is; his brain
is developing faster than his body. In other
words, he's a busy little bee.

We've read all books, gotten manuals, tried
up until the end. The more we try the wilder he
gets, his resistance will not bend.


He yells at us, strikes us wildly, even
curses us out. We try to ignore his tantrums,
but then he screams and shouts.


Parents everywhere say, "Beat him, reprimand
and discipline him. Show him who's boss." We do
not want to hurt him, but can't seem to help him -
we see it as a loss.

We've spent a fortune paying for all the things
he broke in stores. At our neighbor's he stops
up all the toilets, and opens all the doors.

We can't do anything with him, we know this much
of course. Will our bad son force this marriage
into a quick divorce?

All children who see him coming, they run the
other way…. He makes no friends of boys
or girls - a terror 'til this day!

So why do all the teachers think he's an angel
child? A model teacher's helper, so thoughtful,
gifted and mild?

He has us where he wants us, he causes such
heartache - And if this keeps up through the
years, his parents he will break!

Question # 4… [ In two parts ]
It's a shame how you beat her, in public or in the house.
Need you fondle, kiss or hold her so much? She's your daughter,
Not your spouse!

Excuse # 4… ( Part 1 )
It's easy for you to talk to me about what I
Should do for her! She drives me crazy all day long,
She's been a rear-ender ever since he birth!!

I've had no peace, I've had no love, since
This little terror came into my life. I
Expected a bundle of joy, not constant and
Continual strife!


I made a mistake, fell in love with a sweet
And loving guy. He made me feel important,
Special, sexy and kind of high.

Our passion rose, I dropped my guard, he
Brought me to my knees. When I came to myself,
The passion was gone and so was he.

SO THERE I WAS, ALONE AND PREGNANT, MY HEART
RIPPED INTO SMALL BITS. A POOR GIRL HAS NO CHOICE,
ABORTIONS COST TOO MUCH AND I WAS SCARED
OUT OF MY WITS.

I HAD A KID, DROPPED OUT OF SCHOOL AND GOT A
PART-TIME JOB AT K-MART. (OOOOH! HOW GLAMOROUS!!!)
A JOB YOU SAY, HOW NICE. WELL IT ISN'T. IT STINKS!
I WORK LONG HOURS, COME HOME TIRED -
AND THIS IS JUST THE START?

I CAN'T TAKE 18 MORE YEARS OF THIS!!

HOW CAN YOU DATE? HOW CAN YOU HANG? HOW CAN
YOU EVEN VACATION? THIS CRYING, SLOBBERING,
WET LITTLE MONSTER THROWS YOU INTO ALIENATION.

MY FRIENDS DON'T CALL ME AT ALL, I'VE LOST MY
LIFE, YOUTH AND FUTURE. SO DON'T YOU DARE
PREACH TO ME! SHE WON'T LISTEN TO ME, SHE WON'T
STOP CRYING, SO I HAVE SOMETHING ELSE IN MIND.
IF I BEAT HER, FINE! IF I SMACK HER, FINE!
NEXT MIGHT COME THE TORTURE.

SHUT UP, SHUT UP, OH JUST SHUT UP! I KICK HER
IN THE HEAD. YOU TOOK MY LIFE AWAY FROM ME,
YOU MIGHT BE BETTER OFF DEAD!


Excuse # 4… ( Part 2 )
She is my daughter, a special and precious
flower, I don't deny it. But I have needs,
wants and desires. She's there and I don't
blame myself one bit.


It started when she was five you see, a budding,
pretty little maiden. I was her mentor, idol,
father, special adult friend.

My wife treats me like I have AIDS, and sex
is out of the question. I loved her once, but
hate her now, we don't even have a union.

She knows what's going on, or at least suspects
our hidden little love ties. Instead of facing
us, she denies it all as lies.

I slowly kiss her on the mouth, and then give
her a hug. I close her door, take off
clothes and we lay on the rug.

I do not make sweet love to her, she's much too
young for that. I fondle, squeeze and tickle
her, delighting in her laugh.

She's not very popular at school and friends
are non-existent. For being my special little
friend, she gets her heart's desire in the
form of presents.

We have a golden secret I tell her no one
should know about, not mommy, family, neighbors
or anyone. If they found out they would be
jealous, and try to break us up.

They'd stop all our fin! I won't stand for that!

Pledging all my love for her, I plan to marry
her in future time. I need, want and deserve
this girl, not this wicked wife of mine.

I love my baby girl so much, I think of her
each day. I can't wait until she's older,
so we can go all the way!

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