I sing of life at state expense a state devoid of common sense addicted to obesity impolitic in body weight yet headed for austerity as other people’s money ends plebeian class-revolt transcends our bureaucratic history.
They stack the monthly welfare decks complain the service second-rate those sullen clients, thankless louts pajama-clad with tattooed pouts whose girlfriends swell while babies cry; the fathers mumble, sagging high and wait in lines. The women try to fool the lunar period conceptions waxing myriad while teenage dads discover *** and social workers cash the checks the daily urban nightmare is enough to scare a nation broke in clouds of marijuana smoke: the cashless global mystery.
The breeders born in tropic lands are tempted till they take the bait no baby-momma understands what family means, what life demands Your undertakers overstate in order to remunerate your Democratic history: a bankrupt urban mystery the not-so-Great Society.
The ghetto *****-donation ploy makes babies but maintains the boy to run around from mom to mom slow-motion population bomb as if to merely demonstrate that social program funders wait till number-crunchers aggravate the urban teenage welfare state.
♂✿∅☢♂☯✰✿☠♂☯✰ a poem a day for NaPoWriMo2016 ✿ www.connecthook.wordpress.com ☮
Just because you want to feel a tingle in your flesh You allow him to **** your ******* Pushing and pulling, grunting as he goes Leaving love bites on your neck And a fertilized egg in your womb But you dont know that yet Youre just having a good time Thinking youre old enough to grind On a man thrice your age Even though you and his youngest son are at the same stage You think youre grown A woman in all her glory But trust me hunny youre gona be sorry When you realize your menstrual wont come A few days after your lover came You are going to regret your mistake But that was the chance you decided to take No one but you are responsible for your actions Because all you cared about was ****** satisfaction And for that embryo inside of you? Thats another story He's another person you will have to tell sorry But youre grown right? Im sure youll know what to do From food to clothes to diapers and all Im sure a grown woman as yourself has got it under control
The result of having ***, especially at an early age