H H Rutledge
Birth is a mess.. fashionable undress,
A spiritual miracle for the main.
But how can a hugging become such a mugging
The moment my domicile is drained?
I was squeezed, flushed, wrenched and thrust.
I was pinched and rolled about.
When the tongs clamped on, was I so wrong
To consider another way out?
They sprang me to hang me upside down,