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Title of the poem: The sadness of sex
Kissing's a pleasure
Fucking's a game
Guys get all the pleasure
Girls get all the pain
He says he loves you, and you believe it's true
Until your belly starts to swell and he says hell with you.
10 minutes of pleasure, 9 months and pain
3 days in hospital, a child without a name
The baby's a bastard
The mother's a whore
This never would have happened if the rubber hadn't tore
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