#375.5: Go the F*ck to Sleep

Go the fuck to sleep

by Adam Mansbach

The cats nestle close to their kittens.

The lambs have lain down with the sheep.

You're cozy and warm in your bed, my dear.

Please go the fuck to sleep.

The windows are dark in the town, child.

The whales huddle down in the deep.

I'll read you one very last book if you swear.

You'll go the fuck to sleep.

The eagles who soar through the sky are at rest.

And the creatures who crawl, run, and creep.

I know you're not thirsty.

That's bullshit.

Stop lying.

Lie the fuck down, my darling, and sleep.

The wind whispers soft through the grass, hon.

The field mice, they make not a peep.

It's been 38 minutes already.

Jesus Christ, what the fuck?

Go to sleep.

All the kids from daycare are in dreamland.

The froggy has made his last leap.

Hell no you can't go to the bathroom.

You know where you can go?

The fuck to sleep.

The owls fly forth from the treetops.

Through the air they soar and they sweep.

A hot crimson rage fills my heart love.

For real, shut the fuck up and sleep.

Cubs and the lions are snoring, wrapped in a big snuggly heap.

How come you can do all this other great shit?

But you can't lie the fuck down and sleep?

The seeds slumber beneath the earth now, and the crops that the farmers will reap.

No more questions.

This interview's over.

I've got two words for you, kid.

Fucking sleep.

The tiger reclines in the simmering jungle.

The sparrow has silenced her cheap.

Fuck your stuffed bear.

I'm not getting you shit.

Close your eyes, cut the crap.

Sleep.

The flowers doze low in the meadows and high on the mountains so steep.

My life is a failure.

I'm a shitty ass parent.

Stop fucking with me, please, and sleep.

The giant pangolins of Madagascar are snoozing as I lie here and openly weep.

Sure, fine, whatever.

I'll bring you some milk.

Who the fuck cares?

You're not gonna sleep.

This room is all I can remember.

The furniture crappy and cheap.

You win, you escape, you run down the hall.

As I nod the fuck off and sleep.

Bleary and dazed, I waken to find your eyes shut, so I keep my fingers crossed tight as I tiptoe away and pray that you're fucking asleep.

We're finally watching our movie, Popcorns in the Microwave.

Oh shit, god damn it, you gotta be kidding.

Come on, go the fuck back to sleep.