I'm not going to freak out or anything,
but your baby looks just like you and I hate you more than ever.
I'm forever butterflied
chest on display and
you're playing house.
Both of us leftovers on another bastard's plate.
Tonight when he changes the diaper
he'll be wrist-deep in both of
your
shit.
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