The view of life under the knife hangs with some rife maybes

I thrive at laughing at the cries of babies and gaybies

A mind once pregnant with thoughts of flirting with abortion

Shun religion to follow the logic of distortion

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Found nothing special with illnesses bearing cervical

Nor do I debate whether it's ovarian or vulval

At times I wish I could summon deus ex machina

Seek knowledge hidden in the sweet smell of pure vagina