The FutureA Poem by Dressed in PoetryAn argument/haiku war. I am in italics, my boyfriend is in bold.Screaming all the time Because they don’t get
their way I despise children Burping and pooping Never getting any rest I want to punch them The parents are worse Letting them do all
they want, Lifting no fingers. Though I loathe them, I think that one day
I will Have some of my own. You think that, but
know: I will not have a baby Inside me, ever. Baby, I want you To know that I don’t
want one. I want three hundred. It is our duty To populate the whole
world With hot geniuses. I must admit that Your arguments are
very Persuasive, but no. No matter what you Say, one day you will
spawn my Army of children. I will make a deal. If I get a library, You will get your
kids. Deal deal deal deal
deal, Deal deal deal deal
deal deal deal, Deal deal deal deal
deal! © 2010 Dressed in PoetryAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on January 2, 2010 Last Updated on January 2, 2010 AuthorDressed in PoetryNorman, OKAboutJe m'appelle Lauren. I'm very dramatic. Other random things about me: - I have a passionate love for all things ironic. - 80% of what I say is sarcastic. - I like big words. They are fun. - I .. more..Writing
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