Thursday, 10 February 2011

Uber Sperm

Blood rushed to my head.
I was dizzy with anxiety
as she said the words.

I imagined my little men,
donned in tight blue suits,
wearing a tail red cape,
flying away from me.

My own little uber sperm,
explosive twice, not once,

they've betrayed me, the little bastards.

Selfish, selfish gits.
Only thinking of themselves.

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