Brand New Baby. Poem by lilly mandrell

To say the least,
I’m not pleased.
Nor am I surprised.
This little bundle
Of baby joy
Was always
Right before our eyes.

Mom and Pop
Nether have jobs.
The live in a house
That soon will be sold.
Live check by check.
Buy all gifts
From a dollar store.

My brothers gunna be a dad.
He’s 22, smokes and drinks.
Hair to his shoulders.
Parties on the weekend.
He’s not ready for this kid,
Nether is she.
For the baby,
I’m afraid.