Listen ladies for I must say
something that needs be heard
Has been a certainty since long before today
and there is truth in every word
The need to procreate is strong
A woman no longer is a chattel for birth
Her value is now untold
But in trade for the strength
we now enjoy our soul has still been sold
You see a man to sow his seeds
will go to any length
and perform the most wretched of deeds
She was happy with him
he with her
the joy was a sight to behold
but with her no chance for a child to be had
she simply was too old
Nature of course had another plan
he was alas, only a man
Being thus he needed to see
his garden grow to seed
he felt it within but could not name
the longing for this need
One night drunk with star in eye
he found some fertile soil
not knowing why, with no love plans
in this garden did he toil
He sowed his seeds unknowingly
he thought not much of this
before too long she with child
was talking to his Mrs.
She ranted and raved
You are depraved
how could you do this?
I am sorry he cried I was enslaved
and long I did not know why
but I see it now I know the name
the name of my desire was CHILD

02/20/2005