Poem.

Kissing is a habbit
fucking is a game
guys get all the girls
girls get all the pain
a guy says he loves you 
and you belive it‘s true 
when ur tummy starts to swell
he says to hell with you
10 minutes in pleasure
9 months in pain
3 days in the hospital
a baby without a name
the baby is a bastard 
the mother is a whore
this would have never happened 
if the rubber wouldn‘t have torn

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