Life without kids,
how tragic it is.

I sleep until 9,
and my time is still mine.

I can buy my own toys,
instead of the boys’.

I can netflix and chill,
and vacation at will.

We are D.I.N.Ks who enjoy
our state of employ.

We’ll play with your kid,
Then send ’em back home.

Then We’ll open some wine,
and turn off the phone.

I don’t change dirty diapers,
I don’t clean up the toys.
I don’t live with the constant chaos and noise.

Some look at us now and seem so sad for me.
How can you not want them?

They’re something to see.
They’re God’s only purpose for you and for me.

Don’t get me wrong, I still love them you see,
But that kind of life is just not made for me.