I often wonder if the children should
Attempt to pay the debt of gratitude
To parents who so much enjoyed the act
Of making him or her, and that's a fact.
They made us, brought us to this earth unasked,
Such is the truth behind their love, unmasked,
And now, we have to struggle, pant and groan,
And parents want us to repay the loan.
I didn't ask for you to bring me forth,
For you on earth to give me wretched birth,
You should have used a condom, or withdrawn
But now you want me to 'repay the loan'.
You played around, and now I work and cry,
Then I'll get old, then, from old age I'll die,
Next time, oh fathers, think before you do it,
And onto hungry, waiting wombs you spew it.
