The Uterus and Democracy
I feel more stressed,
Then ever before.
Life delivers some blows,
That is hardcore.
My financial difficulties are
On the increase.
I hope I get out of this,
In one piece.
It looks like luck,
It is gone for good.
I have even tried,
Knocking on wood.
A general malaise,
Has found a home.
Confined to a wheelchair,
I can't even roam.
My personal problems
Exponentially grow.
It is getting harder and harder,
To go with the flow.
The cost of living is at
An all-time high.
Most of us are barely
Getting by.
I see more drug use
There are more addicts.
People are strange,
there are more derelicts
Women are losing there
Personal autonomy.
The uterus does not
Belong to democracy.
Turbo1904 ?
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