Love Poems - THE RUBBER'S POEM

Kissing is a habit.
F***ing is a game.
Guys get the pleasure.
Girls get the pain.
He says I Love you and you believe it's true.
But when your tummy starts to swell.
He will just say who the hell are you.
One hour of pleasure.
nine months of pain.
Two days in the hospital.
And a baby without a name.
The baby is a ba****d.
And the mother is a whore.
This wouldn't happen if the RUBBER was put on.

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