ip dip dog shit hanging from a mothers tit,
if it squeals, let it go,
or
pop a pill and let it flow;
out of your body into a pile of dripping, deceased, dense, drooling blood.
Liam, age 6.
Round and round the garden like a teddy bear, one step, two step, abort it out of there.
Rosie, age 12.
This little piggy went to black market,
this little piggy stayed at home,
this little piggy got coat hangered,
this little piggy got stoned,
and this little piggy went wee wee wee wee,
more wee? no.
period? no.
baby in a bath of your abortion addiction? yes.
Lauren, age 7. Daniel, her twin brother, also age 7. Dominic, age 14. Peter, age 13. Saffron-May, age 12.
Ring-a-ring of roses, a pocket full of babies, in a tissue, a kleenex tissue, they all fall down.
Toby, age 4. Terri, age 3 and a bit. Alex, age 8. Emma, age 16.
Jack and Jill went up the fallopian.
What's so good about that?
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
the careless, clumsy brat.
Jack, age 15. Jill, age 15 months.
Baa Baa black kid, have you any pulse?
Yes Sir, No Sir, but I've got three bags full of brothers and sisters also pulse-less?
Robert-Ray, age 18 and his dead sister Joy, age 6 months.
Itsy bitsy baby climbed up the umbilical spout,
the medicine came down,
to throw her to the ground,
and flushed the baby out.
Mellani, age 2.
Old Mother Hubbard went into the cupboard and when she came out she was a mother no more.
Louise, age 10.
Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb.
Mary had a little lass,
her fleece was white as snow,
but she was an accident,
so she too,
had to go.
Florence, age 5.
By Lauren Gauge, age 20.
October 20th, 2009.
I make no apologies for this response, but would like to state, this is a response to an extreme, not a single abortion, but 15. in 17 years.
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