Deadbeat Dads Poem by Raymond Simmons

I hear men speak of seeds they've sown
With women they have barely known,
Where lust has caste its passion spell,
And formed a child they've never held.

They show utter daring brashness
For their rampant reckless rashness,
Then seek mass appreciation
For their random penetrations.

They think that being amorous
Somehow will makes them glamorous.
They think in their stupidity,
That manhood means fertility.

But they're not men because they're not whole,
Just lusty creatures with foul souls,
Who want to think their job is done
Once the growth of seed has begun.
They never think those planted seeds
Might have some urgent wants and needs.

The thought never enters their head,
If those seeds are living or dead.
Their minds are wide open instead,
To taking strange women to bed.

Their hearts can feel no tender touch,
When heated passion rise so much.
And once they've reached that fever pitch,
Their only thought is ditch this witch.

Prisoners of their animal lust,
Their vacant hearts can hold no trust.
Fatherhood is far from their mind,
For them Baby daddy works fine.

With Fatherhood they don't free;
Their goal is just some route to flee.
It matters not who they will hurt,
Once needs are served they will desert.

Seeking praise and ducking rent,
Their purpose is abandonment.
They're minds spin in abysmal fog
And search for sex like scruffy dogs.

As their hunt for conquest continue,
Nothing good is on their menu.
Their spastic wits and shallow vision
Allow their seeds no provisions.

They compare scattered families
They seldom see and never please.
They click their glasses and say their toast
And fill the air with empty boast.

Such egos make them bold and blind,
And bragging holds their selfish minds.
Critical words their only fear,
So they lie to impress their peers.

Their purpose lost in dark clouds.
No future to express aloud.
Stuck in stupid void of logic,
Opening their eyes would take magic.

Their minds can't grasp a family plan,
They'd rather hide than make a stand.
Rather than lead the family flocks,
They sink in slime beneath hard rocks.