The Last Bitch

The rhythm has taken your wonderful life

Far-far away in contamination.

Now..,-you have

No natural desires,

The thieves of the night

Have robbed your neglected freedom.

No one in the family was prided

By your birthday decision-and

By the only abortion

Which would be your last..,-and even though

You may never be a mother

Of natural bearing,

You can always adopt

That personality left

In the killing fields,

This was your unnatural desire.

Still, time has been the stature of limitation

Poised upon your disposition,

And tomorrow

You will be able to greet trouble

As that lonesome friend,

Gathering your courage

in your new wonderful disposition.