I Don'T Need a Babysitter!

(This is a fictional poem) 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.