“Bottomless Bank”

She looks at me warmly,
With her sweet baby blues,
And I hand her some cash,
And she buys some new shoes.

I look like her dad,
But I feel kind of blank,
As I hand her more money,
I’m becoming her bank.

I’m her ATM Dad,
I’m her angel investor,
I’m her blank kind of check,
It’s MY credit I hand her.

I’ve created a monster,
Who feeds on my cash,
She’s ruined her credit,
And her life’s in the trash!

She’s dependent on me,
On my neck there’s a noose.
We’re both in too deep,
But I can’t cut her loose.

If I just cut her off,
From her frivolous spending,
She’ll resent me forever,
But my cash flow is ending.

I’ve my own bills to pay,
And she wants a new car,
How come I’m now the jerk?
This has gone way too far.

I’m her lottery winnings,
I’m no longer just Dad,
I’m her loan officer,
And for that I feel bad.

If I could go back,
To my parenting days,
I’d teach her of money,
And responsible ways.

For that, she won’t like me,
Might even get mad,
But she’ll learn self-reliance
From her teacher called…

Dad.