The view of life under the knife hangs with some rife maybes
I thrive at laughing at the cries of babies and gaybies
A mind once pregnant with thoughts of flirting with abortion
Shun religion to follow the logic of distortion
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Found nothing special with illnesses bearing cervical
Nor do I debate whether it's ovarian or vulval
At times I wish I could summon deus ex machina
Seek knowledge hidden in the sweet smell of pure vagina
