Future Babies

A flower stands erect upon the stem. Odd: It bears the naked flesh of many men – Pulsing, writhing, arteries humming; Androgenic fluids chase their channels To the ground, caking at a mound Of naked girls, who pout in doubt and Hurl their rabid glares from eyes That catch the light of want And desperation. Sighs: They know the separation Stays their open legs From bursting cocks. Masturbation of the mind Is all they need – They’re in the docks of Fate: The evil Overpopulation’s out to feed Their thund’rous urge to procreate! Forget the conjugation, just for once? Bag the bulbous tits in bras. I know they want the tongue on c*nts; But focus! Where’s the room to live? And think about the future babies. THINK: You know they won’t forgive Your selfish drive to suck, to shag. The Dying Age of Man will drag Him down to disappear. So keep the girls away from sperm – Don’t let the men up there! Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011 Future future future future future future, where's the future? Future future future future future future, where? Future future future future future future, Future future future future future future, where's the future? Future future future future future future, HERE!