(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.