Quintuplets

My beloved wife didn't have one baby, she had five instead. I should've used a condom that night when we were in bed. Everybody says that my babies are a wonderful gift and that I've been blessed. But when I saw the hospital bill after they were born, I became seriously depressed. I don't see any peace at home, my babies sure do know how to cry. They've drank so much milk that they've sucked my wife's **** dry. My wife wants them to get a good education so that they'll gain knowledge. But I'll have to hold down four jobs just to be able to send them to college. I love all of my five babies but I don't like the situation that I'm in. I'm going to scream because I just learned that she's pregnant again. (THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)