Make ‘Em PayA Poem by bigfootprintHer momma said, “Make ‘em pay, “Gonna have some babies anyway.”Myopic, propitious moment Too darn close for coincident. Painted the shell you see today -- Sad dolt with a hustler to pay. Passion was too fiery to delay, Flagrant foul as coach might say. Marriage was never our intent. DNA tests mark that extent. The courts order child support. Duty comes like viper strike. With angel act, she’s easy to like, Pregnant again with new consort. Her momma said, “Make ‘em pay, “Gonna have some babies anyway.” She grins at easy pickings to take. “Three more will a tidy sum make.” “Pick only dumbest guys to bong “And let’em sing that sad old song -- “Big monthly checks, what do you care? “You’ll be sitting in the easy chair.” Clarity of dreams fades to a haze When rampant hormones rage. We guys soon learn that lust betrays, And fortune quick to disengage. © 2019 bigfootprintAuthor's Note
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