Damn I’m tired, sleeping beauty,
Lend me sleep or please god shoot me.
As I lay my head to sleep,
I pray these kids don’t make a peep.
They’re running ragged jumping, climbing, Sticky fingers, dirty, sliming.
Please sit down and please be quite,
I’m not the law this isn’t a riot.
Please stop fighting, indoor voices,
They said have kids now curse my choices.
Resting infant breathing lightly,
Tucked in bed all soft and tightly.
Aren’t they lovely when they’re sleeping?
Out the bed room I go creeping.