Little Bundle of Joy

I hold a squirming baby who
Projectile vomits when she’s not crying
And I coo at her through 36 hours of no sleep
Facing the prospect of not being able to make rent
While my wife is sick and can’t move

All I know is that the little bundle in my arms
Depends on me for everything
So if I have to kill someone or rob a bank
To pay for her food and diapers
Then take me to Hell for doing it because
If that is what I have to do, then
That is what I have to do