NPM.4 - The Only Babysitter Left

oh, i get it
as long as there's a miser sun standing sentry
we shouldn't let our question marks hang out
up on the roof, making all that noise
too scared of the crackdown
i get it
you're content to let the Flood raise your children
let these Earthquakes teach them what numbers do
while Forest Fires inform them of the relationship
between duty and consequence
i get it
there's a Sickness coming
and your kids are gonna have to cough and
bleed and vomit through it
just like every other sad fuck
let the Tornadoes run them in laps
burning off every birthday cake
i get it
make the check out to the End of Days
she's the only babysitter left on a Friday night.


...
so yeah. i straight-up dropped the ball on this National Poetry Month challenge.
gonna try and make up for it.
-andy