UnPoetia:What is the matter with Mary Jane?

Poetry for people who hate poetry

What is the matter with Mary Jane?

The front of her blouse bears a curious stain

And she's gone and thrown up all her dinner again.

What is the matter with Mary Jane?

She's complaining of strange nauseating pain

And she stayed out last Saturday 'til midnight again.

What is the matter with Mary Jane?

Her stomach's no longer as flat as a plain

And she's stopped emitting the womanhood stain.

What is the matter with Mary Jane?

She's bought a strange device from the pharmacy on Main

And she seems really angry with that boy on Third Lane.

What is the matter with Mary Jane?

Her stomach has swelled to twice the size of her brain.

(Well, maybe a bit more...she's got some knowledge to gain)

What is the matter with Mary Jane?

There's a baby in her room which she says she named Dane.

Where did it come from? She just won't explain.

What is the matter with Mary Jane?

She's skinny and wearing those clothes again.

Where the baby once was there's now just a blood stain.

What is the matter with Mary Jane?

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