Lullaby, and Goodnight- Menace Verison

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Lullaby, and good night,
Shut the fuck off that light.
No more questions, no more sound—
Lay your ass straight down.

Lullaby, and good night,
End the chaos, kill the fight.
Mom’s sanity’s on fumes—
So zip it up tight.

Lullaby, and good night,
Don’t you dare take flight.
This isn’t a circus—
It’s bedtime. All right?

Lullaby, and good night,
No snacks, no more bites.
If you want sweet dreams—
Stay horizontal till light.


May the night swallow your thoughts, and may your mattress trap your restless soul. Good luck, Menace. Tomorrow’s survival starts now.

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