My Opinion About Contraception
Men have begun to predict
That I shall self contradict,
Next, in church my interdict,
To be not saved by Edict:
My Governor Soldier friend’s,
Both of us Christ’s truest fiends…
Still say I: Contraception,
A clear wished interception
Of what you’d stop inception,
For what it does Perception,
Minds granting New Conception:
Fluid Baby’s barred reception…
Choice yours and mine to scream “Foul!”
Or think we’d slaughtered a fowl.
Must we each wrong publicize,
When Besought God knows its size?
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