The Kid Doesn't Look Like Me by Deborah S Regan The 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 © 2024 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. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)