Pregnant Teenage Girls Poem by Alexander Shaumyan

yes, that's how it starts
and ends-
with some fleeting lovers,
exercising their biological
functions-for love is much
like pissing and drinking-
it begins as easily as it ends
in some sleazy bedroom scenes
and prurient glances,
amidst the vacant ooh's and aah's
and i love you's and fukk me
harder, baby-

yes, that's how it starts
and ends-
with that momentary petit mort-
with that desperate final thrust
of a peenis into
someone's vaagina,
when the sperm meets
the egg and the alcohol hits
the brain in the final release
of the orgasmic explosion
of pure idiocy-

the girl smiles and thinks she
finally has him, the boy smiles
that 'i got me some pussy' smile
on this merry-go-round
of lovers and haters,
as the sperm and the egg
become a zygote,
then an embryo,
then a fetus,
then
a fully developed infant
with its little baby feet
and little baby arms,
which will later
produce sounds
like goo-goo and gah-gah
or ma-ma and da-da.

but dada has gone to
some greener pastures,
leaving this dubious
joy of birth behind him
to another baastard born
into lies, rumors and
recriminations-

for it takes little brains
to create a new life-
just a beer or two
and a couple of horny
participants-
to create some
john q beautiful or
jane p lovely,
living on some welfare
dream of Ken and Barbie
dolls, rubber dildos
and plastic vibrators, and
those teen angst-ridden
poems of some
unrequited
love.

September 22,2008