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Contraception's such a bother
and passion's building higher Now!
I'm already thrice an unwed mother
things will, I hope, work out somehow.

Surprise! I'm pregnant once again
I guess this will make number four
each of them by different men
who've been through my revolving door.

All these men who came and went,
I've lost any count of them,
they'd probably fill a circus tent
those who've venture past my hem.

But another baby brings more money
meant to be spent on the child;
more food stamps, welfare, it's kinda funny.
I take the checks, my spawn run wild.

"Cause these kids all get in my way,
they interfere with my affairs.
Their schools feed them twice a day.
Who gives them supper? I don't care."

But I'm a nearly perfect mother
I let them raise themselves you see.
They learn their morals from each other.
(they damn sure don't learn them from me.)

Let them become a gang member,
let them all drop out of school.
Gangsta rap's all they remember,
they think adults are all plain fools.

Now late at night I'm nudged awake
by my latest paramour
it's three A.M. for gods sake!
but there are policemen at the door.

Ma'm your son is now in jail
he and some buddies killed a guy.
Tomorrow he'll be denied bail.
When asked, he gave no reason why.

In shock I go to the precinct
and look into his cold dark eyes.
His lack of remorse is distinct;
he smirks as his mama cries.

I guess I'll lose my oldest son,
is he twelve or thirteen years?
His life's over e're it has begun,
an urban savage it now appears.

What made him turn out this way?
How could this have come to be?
And how is it you dare to say
most of the blame belongs to Me???

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Put something on the end of that thing, this is what Jeremy Kyle is so fond of saying to unwed people that come on his show.. LMAO
Line Four I am talking about..
thing will, I hope, work out somehow.
An excellent portrayal of life in some areas of our world, but it's never our fault as we need our money to spend and that's it,
Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

I guess I'll never learn that late night posting = typos lol. The lack of morality + drugs + welfare state = the savagery we are beginning to see too much of........sigh.....I hope we have not reached the tipping point...........stan

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We should never have woken man up before mid day as there are too many of them and few jobs..
With the amount of postings you do your typos are few.
Have a lovely day out there my best thoughts to you and I think it's Susan.
You both are so lucky to be able to see life as you both do,
Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..


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throgh my revolving door.. may be ''''better through vibrating horizons... ''''just my way of pragmatic sexation ....

only drips one two three
and so many more
help bring an invaluable child

God has been kind
only women get pregnant ,
if men could have been
none would know
how many have been....
brought to this small world
to increase a mass population ,
in country's like yours
where lives are being governed
only by robots and automation

God's smaller mercy's be praised
and you Scibbler be kind..


Oh make no mistake it's as much the men's fault that so many unwanted kids are brought into this world as it is the women's. Saw a thing on TV the other day about a so called man who had 28 spawn by 28 women and figured it was government's job to raise and support them because he damn sure wasn't going to.
It's not a surprise when child which is neglected, un wanted, and has no authority figure to look up to turns out without morals or purpose................stan

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this is the first time you show your wrath to me….. a small eyed doe i could be ….and you are such a lovely person….. one would like to be
and Stan you are the only lovable man…. in this universe …who does care… and the world will love to, at stare ….god bless you for all your sayings ….to be befriended by you, is a blessing ….though still three years lapsed you have not placed me in your laps…. the list of friends you display…. it hurts me still anyway…. that's god s ways
I shall not convert this comment to poem …and earn Ian's resentment
so let it remain here and say
Amen Stan my dear friend
to me you are so dear a friend of
many dawns since....


Quite a turn of verse there young Bard I have read it now and no scorn shall be placed at your feet for all to see He, He,
Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

I can baptise it
in the Thames stream
so be it
once Stan has seen


i Do prefer to bring joy to others or at least memories but there are times when events demand a strong response. When the spawn of these women become the savages they are, such is a time. As to your being on my list of friends, I don't think I HAVE a list of friends lol...............stan

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friends of friends Stan and Loved
you are friendless
we all are with you
Stan the man
sorry state of affairs
I had to read your poetry twice
after your well deserved retort
its good

really their spawn
should not be spread like fish do
humans are more sacred
we all know
and must know
as well as accept it to

so happy continuation
of a worthwhile generation to all humans
thanks for not calling me a dunce
others would

some have called me
a donkey too
but I forgave them too

nice good seeding sperms
for a population anew

posted for benefit of all others too


There has to be an end to this madness! This country is going down the tubes! People are saying that; "Things could be worse". Well, they are going to get worse! The government won't even be able to give the people who have paid into the system, what they have coming; let alone take care of the ones who haven't contributed anything at all. I don't like the picture I see forming. Good poem that accurately portrays what is going on. ~ Gee

P.S. Add those plurals and endings!

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