Some kind of poetry

Kissing is a habit
screwing is a game
Guys get all the pleasure
Girls get all the pain

The guy says i love you
You believe it’s true ?
But when your tummy starts to swell,
He says ‘to hell with you’

10 minutes of pleasure
9 months in pain
3 days in hospital
A baby without a name

The baby is a bastard
The mother is a wh*re
This never wouldn’t have happened
If the rubber wouldn’t have torn