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Child Support I saw a poster It said "Mothers Find those fathers" Find the frenzied Fear in his bones Search yourself For the infidel The law knows its way The child needs cash Quick and secret Here, her weekly jump Hard as a nail Bright as a button Sewn in the dark Dad's went out With Levi Strauss Dad's got a girl He's never met She's got questions She's never scooped Any answers to 'Cept man's got urges And pulls never curbed Giving him curses And spring-fresh tits On Friday or Sunday And one more mouth He's cast to the wind Mum's got plaster Peeling the wall And a bowl of water Each morning She threatens to float The strands of her hair And her rouged lips And her vacant hips there Slapping the cold Baptism of her Cold pair of eyes Her sweet new one Fresh and lithe As the day she left © David Incoll 2001 |
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