the rubber poem
Kissing is a habit
Fucking is a game
Guys get the pleasure
Girls get the pain
The boys says I love you
You believe it's true
But when your tummy starts to swell
He just says who the fucking hell are you?
Five hours of pleasure
A months in pain
Ten days in the hospital
And a baby without a name
The baby is the bastard
The mother is whore
This wouldn't happen
If the rubber was wore..
