Birth

I am a ball

Rolling into the world

Feeding it with children

Ten thousand children a day

I recycle

I transform a man into

Innocent babies

I’m used to be used - to being useful

I am a second hand whore

I am worn

I am a ball

I carry the earth in my belly

Round and round and round I go

Giving love, taking shit, giving birth

This is for you

I am yours

All yours

But this egg is mine

Come out, little creep- run!