Dear Pregnant Woman Poem by Alistair Plint

I know
It's a parasite
eating your strength;
ripping you up inside
Draining your brain
like
a slow motion replay of
a live porn flick
in reverse with bad lighting
stupid music
including the plumber
that wasn't ever a fantasy
never mind
a screen hero

Society absconds
with what you should
or shouldn't do
Warning of the ridiculous
Bullying your everyday life
into non-existence

It's hard to walk
difficult to sleep
Sitting or standing is
near impossible
Life just won't speed up

Know this
The new life
to be born from
your womb will
Re-energize
Re-ignite
Re-vitalize
your worn body faster than
a ten litre energy drink and
six Vitamin B shots will

Sit back pregnant woman
The world has your back

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