Like drone strikes
Our bones strike
Her groin site

She’d resist but
Her whoremoans
Aren’t on strike

Alright so maybe
We drugged her
Switched drinks
When I hugged her

Don’t ask with what
I drugged it
She collapsed
When she chugged it

We both found a hole
Our penises plugged it

We kept her airtight
All through the night
Way too unconscious
To muster a fight

About 9 months later
Shows up on my stoop
She’s holding a baby
It’s covered in poop

Too late to abort it
Too broke to support it
I could kill her
And bury her
Or man up
And marry her

No matter my choice
I’m sentenced to life
For having a kid
Or killing my wife