Kitchen Table Poetry

it's so much corrupt fruit the babies drinking sour juice trying to fill it up, let go of the Sippy cup don't be such a greedy gut it's a scratch not a cut you need a band aid, for what you need to manup can't walk until you standup stop being childish you smell like baby wipes you're to big to be wearin diapers pull up your pants act like a man stop showing your pullups I can see your a** is that a romper or a onesie you know you're fukkin annoying