No Female's Right To Choose
or
Life and Pain -- Twin Peas in a Pod
"When that I was and a little tiny boy, with hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
a foolish thing was but a toy, for the rain it raineth
every day --
along with umpteen birth defects, deadly diseases, natural disasters,
tragic accidents, and human abuses."
-- a former little tiny boy a current Levelheaded adult
* * *
No girl has any right to breed or not --
her having not an egg's permission got
to risk it in a world of wind and rain
inside the eye of one vast hurricane.
* * *
a dedication of Respect
for
the Rationally Ethical antinatalist,
Sensibly anti-dying in Pain by cataracts and hurricanoes --
et cetera and so on and so forth and such
dot dot dot
a revolving helios rhyme menippean satire on
natalism --
an ideology irrational still in floods of tears
february, 2023 -- billions of pro-lifers yet in full flow
in company with countless blastulas to be birthed
into ceaseless future horrors untold
sans consent
(aside from a horror-free guarantee)
Copyright © James Starkey Iii | Year Posted 2023
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