Bib of Life


Your life is a little big bang

You were created by love

You are not to blame

Raised by your parents

Whoever they may be

Were you raised with Cheerios

Or fruit off the tree?

Carved, molded- sold for gold

Like we’re taught

We do what we’re told

Raised and braised you little short rib

You were kicking in that high chair

Trapped in a monkey bib

Spaghetti in your tiny hands

Squoosh Squoosh

Bananas in your bowl

Moosh moosh

Groomed for the game

It’s now go time

Are you going to choose the Cheerios

Or are you going to drink the wine?