A Woman’s Right To Choose

 

Bonking in the back,
Fill the fucker’s crack,
And nine months’ later, well, I’m damned, a baby!
At least, in some past time,
Now sin’s no more a crime,
Not for the modern, liberated lady.

They go through such contortion
To justify abortion,
A woman’s right to choose, I hear them shout,
A sucker on her minge,
A needle and syringe,
Legs spread and we’ll soon have the damned thing out.

It’s fucking still alive!
Alas, it won’t survive,
They flush the crying foetus down the toilet,
She likes a bit of fun
So something must be done,
And she won’t let no little bastard spoil it.

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