I feel myself descending into hell, led toward it by two squabbling
Children and my headstrong wife. Conversations with the kids
Prove not to ever reach an ending. Toys are things to battle over.
Questions which the missus pose are baited. Should I fail to
Bite, I find I plummet faster downward. Not a demon, nothing
More than putty in these cruel hands, I cannot know where I will
End up, but the path they've put me on must surely lead to hell.