I see my kids face and notice they are sobbing and I see a tear,
It is because I will not get rid of this connection to this woman I fear,
I have no job to speak of and have no weekly pay because of this,
But I need to only think of me and what causes me this musing bliss.
So I will continue to write my poems of a fetus and comment too,
Even though my kids are longing for a better future to view,
But I only care about doing what is right for only me,
My kids do not really need a better education you see?
This connection to a dead baby and a lady who is left to judge,
Is going to drag my kids into some heavy type of drudge,
For as long as I tweet, and comment to her like I do,
They will not have the money for school to ever view.
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