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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Women have an inny Between their legs Every year she gets a dozen eggs Sometimes she cracks one open Then begins the hoping That the baby comes out right Perhaps a child of the light Or a creature of the of the night No one knows What on the inside grows It has got to be scary Not knowing if it will be Fair or hairy A John or a Mary Or a crossdresser named Larry To take that seed And plant it deep And wait to see what you reap 9 months For a surprise Between your thighs A screaming pile of wrinkled skin A baby is what you win An addition to your kin Something to watch grow And add to the show Of the dim witted and slow While you bask in the afterglow Of maternal bliss Relishing a mother’s kiss Now comes the greatest game of all Building a human for life’s call A tall order indeed Growing this cerebral seed Fulfilling all they need As they speed From want to greed From follow to lead From joy to bleed Hoping they follow A good creed In this existence You brought them to They were the winner In the ejaculate race The fastest DNA In your womb space All you can do is hope and pray They come out the right way And make their worth for the day This sexual roulette Is a complete gamble An utter ramble Into the unknown A chemical throw of the dice Snake eyes Between your thighs Damn, crapped out Don’t worry Just pour another drink And I’ll give you another shot at the pink Load and lock As you park your cock In the fun funnel The mystery tunnel Let the good goose fly You know the flight plan Fill me up and be a man 270 days Then 18 years To show them the ways Of who, when, and how to play It’s quite a trip From pole to hole From crawl to walk From walk to grave And in the middle A useful slave A mind-boggling ride To be shot From a cannon of flesh Then born Bloody and fresh Integrated into Society’s mesh And begin the countdown of your life’s clock If you only knew what awaited You would wish your daddy masturbated In a sock On second thought, skip the eggs I’ll have some toast instead. Eric (sometimes not)
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