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Complaint in rhyme

Sick and tired
Immune system fired
Feelin so bad 
But gotta be dad
Gotta stay on my feet
Watch listen repeat
Repeat repeat repeat
My life is complete
Now if I could just take
A five minute break
A snack you say?
It's right on the way
(If you say please
And ate all of your veggies)
Have some cheese
No? How bout these?
Try using English
And not childese.
There you have it
Happy now?
Take a bow
 Exit quick
To the room
Listen for big booms
By myself 
Check the shelf
Where's my lukewarm soda?
Where's my Yoda
To teach me the ways of the force
Of course,
I've got skills
Force of will
I will see all those teeth brushed
No rush
Take your time
It's your stories we're losing, not mine
Lay your heads 
In your beds
So I can hack up a lung
It's fun
Rest my sons
Time is borrowed
It's a big day tomorrow

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