It needed getting by the scruff. Someone had to show it to its room. Tell it to pick its clothes up off the floor. Tell it to stop spending all its money on sweets and save up for a car.
Hey you! Stop walking round with your shirt tucked out. Stand upright – have some self respect kid, and ease off the fart jokes.
It’s still the best of who and what it was, fundamentally. But it cleans its own face now, irons its own pants. It’s got to stand on its own two feet, perhaps leave home one day. Make its way and mean something out there on the big green ball. Grow up, move on, after all if you’re not moving on you’re going backwards.
Who knows, maybe it’ll have kids some day and raise them right.
Everything’s a circle.