Baby On The Cross Poem by chris bowen

twas a time
a little bit of a girl of mine
she did fine
she was the buzz
of the neighborhood, cause
she is and was hot
and she got
pregnant
wait a minute
that girl was mine
so fine

then, she begins
to assort
and think abort
wait, i heard
your pure
i dont worship the kill cure
so filthy
so angry and vain
what a main to bust
and a family trust
which is not us

she be fine
when she was nine
now all the time
i dont rhyme her with hot
she's forgot
the love i lost
dont compare
to the baby thats not there

why didnt you share?
i could've adopted
and hopped it on my knee
but it wont be me
did the baby scream?

under the crush and the hush
a doctor did mush with a trust
i am in lust no more
and now i adore
the other girl
from another part of the world

this is it for me
i need your baby
cant you see?
im a father in waiting
and i am hating
the painting you produced
you gotta get loose to sooth

and its over
now go know her
her or him
to let us in
is now over
and the four leaf clover
is a show her off
and it wont be mom
they call you
it'll be
i saw you