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Pregnancy is Constipation

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Pregnancy is Constipation

Pregnancy is constipation
enjoyable and admirable 
monopolized by women
never sharing by men
no bribery to get one
a cool sickness it is
no bacterial infection
In nine months of constipation
victim replicates happily
own piece of wriggling flesh
and the constipation vanishes

Constipation comes with choice
but can be imposed as well!
eating through test-tube it comes
the potential patient feels good
asking for more, more and more

But when the time comes to rid it
lamentations, curses, regrets are heard
patient weeps without tears  
when done, celebrations erupt

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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