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Pregnant Teenage Girls
yes, that's how it starts
and ends--
with some fleeting lovers,
exercising their biological
functions--for love is much
like pissing and drinking--
it begins as easily as it ends
in some sleazy bedroom scenes
and prurient glances,
amidst the vacant ooh's and aah's
and i love you's and fuck me
harder, baby--
yes, that's how it starts
and ends--
with that momentary petit mort--
with that desperate final thrust
of a penis into
someone's vagina,
when the sperm meets
the egg and the alcohol hits
the brain in the final release
of the orgasmic explosion
of pure idiocy--
the girl smiles and thinks she
finally has him, the boy smiles
that "i got me some pussy" smile
on this merry-go-round
of lovers and haters,
as the sperm and the egg
become a zygote,
then an embryo,
then a fetus,
then
a fully developed infant
with its little baby feet
and little baby arms,
which will later
produce sounds
like goo-goo and gah-gah
or ma-ma and da-da.
but dada has gone to
some greener pastures,
leaving this dubious
joy of birth behind him
to another bastard born
into lies, rumors and
recriminations--
for it takes little brains
to create a new life--
just a beer or two
and a couple of horny
participants--
to create some
john q beautiful or
jane p lovely,
living on some welfare
dream of Ken and Barbie
dolls, rubber dildos
and plastic vibrators, and
those teen angst-ridden
poems of some
unrequited
love.
September 22, 2008
