UnPoetia:Your First Coming

Poetry for people who hate poetry

Stiffening and stiffening 'fore the growing arousal;

The boner cannot hear the bonerer;

My control falls apart; no longer back can I hold;

My essence is loosed upon your void.

The swimmer-filled tide is loosed, and everywhere

All evidence of your innocence is drowned.

Your self-control lacks all conviction, while your screams

Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some life-altering event is at hand.

Surely your first coming is at hand.

Your first coming! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image of the Pregnatus Unwantedi

Troubles my sight; somewhere in the depths of your tubes

An ovum carrying the head of a sperm

Is moving t'ward your uterus, while all about it

Squirm the countless remaining swimmers.

Your screaming stops again, but now I know

That twenty minutes of amateur sex

Were concluded in child-bearance by a lack of condoms,

And what unwanted beast, its hour come round at last,

Slides toward your lower end to be born?