Wanton misconception
Unwanted erection
Causes an exception
Needing life’s correction
A soup we all enjoy
Fatty meat extract
It comes with its own toy
Making life go black
Impatience, don’t you know?
You’re bored, so fuck, and lo!
A baby for you, from your hoe
Your hopes: look, there they go!
What can you now do
Providing now for two
And she’s just getting fatter
Til soon you’ll hear the patter
Of children of your corn
Made while watching porn
Which wasn’t any good, anyway
A baby for a teenager
Is like the kiss of death
All my life I’ll wager
That it’ll live without your breath
And that’s just what a baby needs
It looks young, but soon it’ll grow
Into a beast that makes and feeds
Product of the seeds we sow
Will you spend two to three hours a day, just doing what (s)he wants?
Cause that’s what it needs, at this point in its life
You pose and play and even flaunt
But what will you do when they return ten years later, asking for a life?
It’s your duty, provide the life
If you want him good, it’s on your head
If you want him strong and bright
Go home, ask him questions, and not the bar instead
Kids are one of God’s greatest gifts to humanity
But with great power, comes great responsibility
They should not be met with gifts or vanity
Instead with love and sensibility
Try your best, or give it up for adoption
I’d go with the later
Trust me, you aren’t a parent, it’s your better option
Or I will come back in twenty years, after you’ve failed him, and after he broke into my house looking for some money, and I will make you remember your actions matter