Fear not
Babies are so in-season that
Prams jam the footpaths and
Mums-to-be sporting bumps
Push me out of queues
Self righteous, unequivocal
Revved-up going over
Speed humps in their SUVs
Such that I waddle out of the way
Less than human, almost guilty
For my inability to breed
To sow the seed
And thereby justify myself
Somehow, by making art
Getting up at sparrows fart
To tap out rhyming prose
What’s that compared
To bringing life into this
Worthless world?
We’re in a race
And the prize is the
Continuity of humanity
Not through quality
But quantity: it's all about the numbers
A measurement science well knows
May I make a suggestion?
Don’t think too much:
Believe what you see on TV
Regardless of the channel
Because it's all there to funnel
You into the killing-zone of capital
To buy more diapers, flannels and wipes.
With your perambulators like humvies
And your self-satisfied smiles
You will inherit this ball of rock
As the meek should –
It’s your biological destiny
It was yours all along.
© shaun patrick green 2012
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