The indulgence is sinful

The inequality

The favoritism

Turning a blind eye

To the utterly manipulative

Prattle her son spilled from

His evil mouth

Brought the devil into our house

With free reign to destroy us all

And when Papa woke from his

Work induced slumber?

Mama was long gone with her

Golden child towed along.

And we, left behind wondered

When the axe would fall