This does not represent anything to do with my work, it's fiction, and its poetic intention is to make the reader question. It's a preparation for a poetry contest.
Oh beautiful birth control, how wonderful you play, You bring so much joy to my life. You’re like my religion, I can embrace everyone, Especially my neighbour’s blonde wife. Every morning after, I fall, fall from grace off my bed, Fall right onto my knees and pray. I pray to you, my birth control friend, No kids spawned from me, not from this castaway. Oh my beautiful birth control, I love you so much, I love how you conquer from her trench. Now, I need to prepare for tonight’s sexy battle, I need to clean, and remake, my nightly workbench.
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