A mothers son

The beast shares my house, costumed as a man
I took him in and trained him, he now puts down the seat
He can sit down in a chair, bottom first, not feet
He can eat off of a plate with flatware and now drinks from a glass
When he moves outs on his own I doubt that this will last

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