General Version:
Which is more crazy?
Having a baby,
And being to lazy
To take care of the child you sired?
Or...
Carrying the life
Having pregnancy's strife
And then like with a knife
Hurting the gift you inspired?
Extended Personal Version:
Nobody made you.
So why does it faze you
When others expect you too
Actually act like an adult?
Is it asking to much
That you show a parents touch?
Just to love him as such,
Something precious of which to exalt?
But...
Don't you worry yourself
Probably better for his health
That you keep your worthless wealth
Away from his amazing existence
He will be loved
By more than enough
And not the superficial stuff
You give at others insistence.
Do it quick, though
If you want to go
Before he can know
What you were supposed to do.
I know if you wait
And treat him as bait
Then leave him to fate
Exactly what you'll be putting him through.
You thrust him into my arms
Now its my job to keep him from harms
And you! You set off alarms
He's not just one of your toys!
If you grow up
Your lame boyfriend dump
And get your cold heart to pump
Could you make the right choice?
I don't know.
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