Anti-bourgeois Babies

A Poem by Marina

Playing with the surreal. Sadly, the babies question is too real. Disclaimer: I have nothing against accountants.

Don't waste your time

Your age is the ripest for babies

What are you waiting for?

Well I'm waiting for the stork to deliver it

The what?

I've called the b*****d so many times

It's always on hold, probably busy season

Goodness me, just get pregnant already

You must have babies!

I can already tell you that I can't deliver babies as fast as the stork

That's a no-brainer

So don't grind me

Find yourself a good man and settle down

I'm broke as f**k and I live in a town with psychos

A psycho is better than being alone

You would know for sure

Excuse me?

Well you married a limping accountant

Even if he had all the money he wouldn't be able to run with it

How dare you!

So then, should I put you down for one baby? Or you prefer two?

Twins? Don't ask for triplets, that's too much.

Oh never mind

I can see the bloody stork

Ready to shoot some babies right in your face

Shoot?

Have you ever heard the expression death by babies?

And the stork was seen flying above the sky, holding babies with shotguns who started shooting at all the bourgeois cretins.

And all was well. And women were free.

The end.

© 2017 Marina

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Paul Bell

Bloody accountants. Sure their relationships never add up. I must admit, if i was a woman. I would be phoning the stork too. It would always be at the back of my mind, if I got pregnant. I might go back to the day of conceivement. That day might have been a boring sex day. Not worthy of my body storing this
baby for nine months. If you had a baby with a
psycho accountant though. I'm sure he could shave six months off your time. That's a plus. lol