What’s hopping across the yard,

hiding quick in the deep grass?


Could it be a pack of chipmunks

sneaking tidbits from the trash,

or could it be sun specks

darting through the shade,

or maybe the trees tricking us

with a light show, or….


Oh, hell with it kid

Too damn early for old Uncle Billy

to rustle up a fucking story


Just go inside, lay low,

look at the pictures in your book,

and wait for mommy and daddy

to drag their sorry asses out of bed


What the hell

I ain’t no baby sitter

Haven’t even had my coffee yet