drugged xxx

To Parents who drugged us!!!!

The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a Crack lab had
been found in an old farmhouse and asked
me a rhetorical question. Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and
I were growing up?" I replied, "I had a drug problem when I was young:

I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for
weddings and funerals.

I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the
weather.

I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.

I was also drug to the shed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie,
brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of
the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in
everything that was asked of me.

I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I
uttered a profanity.

I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and cut the
grass..

I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out
Some poor soul who had no one to mow the lawn repair the clothesline, or
go to the shops and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single
penny as
a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the shed.

Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in
everything
I do, say, or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin;
and,
if today's children had this kind of drug problem, our country would be a
better place.

God bless the parents who drugged us!"