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The Kid Doesn't Look Like Me
by Deborah S ReganThe kid doesn't look me
Who the heck is the real dad?
Why don't you put him up for adoption?
I'm not paying child support.
So sue me.
I don't want him to drool on me.
I don't want to smell poop.
I don't want to be covered in pee.
Leave me alone.
I don't know why you're still bothering me.
I work to make money.
All I did was have sex, and it
didn't mean anything to me.
You should have taken precautions.
I don't want a family right now
I'm the adventurous type
Haven't you heard the song "Brick"?
Except she had the abortion.
Your weight gain is disgusting.
Better find a new man, honey
You can take my money, but
I'll never be the real dad. 06/02/2006 Posted on 06/02/2006
Copyright © 2025 Deborah S Regan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 06/04/06 at 04:10 AM I dont know. This man sounds like a real bastard, who has double standards. One for men and another for women, absolutely insensitive. But thats how most of the bastards are.Men. And this is predominantly a men society. And, most of the women are fools.Perfect idiots. |
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