Because I write a post or two,
Although I might act like some kind of smarty,
It’s clear that that ain’t true.
So take a good look at my kids,
I had four and my life hit the skids,
If you look closer, I might flip my lid,
When they hit their teen years.
They bleed you, bleed you.
Since I had them if you see me out on the town,
Seeming like I’m having fun,
Although they may behave,
It’s just a deal we made,
Cuz I bribed them with Cinnabon.
So take a good look at my kids,
I clearly knew not what I did,
I guess I’ll try to blame Cupid,
When they hit their teen years.
Outside, I’m masquerading,
Inside, my hope is fading.
Just a clown, oh yeah,
Since they wore me down,
Each day that I wake up,
My sanity breaks up, boo hoo!
So take a good look at my kids,
I might sell them to the highest bid,
Or maybe I’ll just move to Madrid,
When they hit their teen years.