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 Jan 2015 SamBee
John F McCullagh
There is ***** for sale and wombs for rent
For same *** couples it’s cash well spent.
While heterosexuals breed their own
Gay couples, as yet, cannot clone.
A lesbian couple who had the itch
is suing their ***** bank for “bait and switch”.
They wanted a Caucasian baby
and had requested ***** from vial “380”.
The donor of that ***** was white,
Handsome, smart, just “not their type”
They were given another’s ***** instead
And an interracial child was bred.
It seems they were given vial “330”
The vials, it seems, were marked unclearly.
An honest mistake by a nearsighted boomer?-
or one with a twisted sense of humor?
A civil suit will go to trial
seeking damages for a mixed race child.
If their motion to dismiss should meet denial
The “bank” will suffer premature withdrawal.
In which event bankruptcy looms
For the bank that supplies the ***** for wombs.
This is about the case in the news concerning a Lesbian couple who are unhappy with the results of artificial insemination.   Poem title was changed to avoid unnecessary offense
 Jan 2015 SamBee
Alejandro
Cycle
 Jan 2015 SamBee
Alejandro
We sleep, only to wake up
We wake up, only to sleep
An endless cycle, until our eternal rest
Dreamers we have been
Dreamers we will be
Dreamers we are
Heaven is inside of us
We'll just dream that eternal dream
Eternally, forevermore.
 Jan 2015 SamBee
link
friends
 Jan 2015 SamBee
link
I feel like my friends
Are the only things keeping
Me in this cold world
 Jan 2015 SamBee
AJ
Human anchors are far too disposable.
I got too greedy, and I sunk the boat.
And I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.
I got so lonely.
I made friendship bracelets out of anyone who stood too close.
But I always manage to lose the good jewelry.
"Well,
I am the barely living son
Of woman and man who barely made it,
But were making it."
 Jan 2015 SamBee
AJ
I'm not sure what it means this time.
But the air is a bit more melancholy.
Honestly, what has any of this ever meant?
 Jan 2015 SamBee
AJ
A Bit Tangled Up
 Jan 2015 SamBee
AJ
Did you not read the words  "FRAGILE"?
The letters where in all caps,
Stamped on my chest.
Not my heart.
Just my lungs.
Practically glass.

I'd say I'm holding my breath,
but....
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