It’s a pearl future we perceive
An ideal life we weave and weave
Like spiders cast their fertile webs
And wait in prey their daily bread

like rivers thrusting north and south
I gush my gusher in your mouth
You take it in just like a champ
and down your throat my kids make camp

but there their lives come to an end
without your womb they cannot mend
and this is how the story goes
so many children no one knows

If life starts with my fertile sperm
the eggs to flourish they must earn
then billions run but loose the race
And pro-life logic is misplaced