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