I just found this out
I mean I knew it happened
There's a name for it
I mean I knew it happened
There's a name for it
She waits for him to come
His stench most fearsome
And just as quickly he leaves
She patiently waits for the next one
Terrible can’t begin to describe
The thing she’s endured in life
Not one of her choosing
Rife with pain and strife
Now with her belly swelling
Her hate would know no quelling
An unwilling participant
Of the child’s father there would be no telling
Even then she knows no rest
Continually questioning God’s cruel test
A part of her dies
Every time they ask “who’s next?”
When finally she does give birth
All she has in abundance is dearth
No one’s left to mourn her passing
Merciful is her exit from Earth
At his birth there is no joy
Crueler still is the sex, a boy
Better a culprit than a victim
The future owner of another dejected toy
Worry not for there is a happy ending
And your view of reality requires no bending
For war is perpetual and man will not know peace
And a bullet for each of these men is pending
I would not wish this
On any living creature
Except those who do
On any living creature
Except those who do
3 comments:
Son of a gun!
Your happy ending is subjective. It only makes me marginally happier.
Bravo.
Joy Division, more like division by zero. Zero being the number of things you've written on your blog this month. Entertain me, I demand it.
I just read it again, for the 6th time.
The more I read it, the better it gets...
I really really really like it.
No hendooneh, I love it.
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