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July 26th, 2006 by Michael Sync
Kissing is a habit
F**king is a game
Guys get all the pleasure
Girls get all the pain
The guy says I love you
You believe it’s true
But when your tummy starts to swell,
He says ‘to hell with you’
10 minutes of pleasure
9 months in pain
3 days in hospital
A baby without a name
The baby is a bastard
The mother is a whore
This never wouldn’t have happened
If the rubber wouldn’t have torn.
Filed under Poems
October 20th, 2006 at 3:22 pm
ha ha funny..
don’t do the baby without a name :P
March 24th, 2008 at 7:46 pm
At first when i read this, somewhat i think this should not in this site/blog!
But later, i think again and a kind of feeling inside my mind told me that what a great poem.
It reflects today women/lady/female lives in this wild world with lack of help.
It a feeling grow inside my mind and keep remind me how great is the female.
Any way, Great Poem dude….
March 24th, 2008 at 8:55 pm
:) yes. this is a great poem.. I’m not sure where I got this but I like it anyway. There is another post [link] similiar to this poem..
>>It reflects today women/lady/female lives in this wild world with lack of help.
Actually, it’s not about helping or etc.. this is about the guy who know the word “f**k” and doesn’t know the word “responsibility”..
May 18th, 2008 at 4:31 pm
this is an old poem but very true lol