I don't need a babysitter!

When it comes to my parents, I'm still angry and bitter.

I'm a thirty-six year old man and they still hire babysitters.

The babysitters treat me like a child and they suffer my wrath.

They tuck me in at night and they even give me baths.

They won't let me watch TV and I have to go to bed at seven o clock.

Tonight my babysitter had to get stitches when I hit her in the head with a rock.

The babysitter just quit and she kicked my dad in the balls before she left.

I want to be treated like an adult and if they hire another babysitter, I'm going to hold my breath.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictional poem

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