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I Hate Kids

I figured out today that I hate kids;
I do not want to sit around and perform their bids.
I am never pushing a child out of my twat;
Whether my man likes it or not.
Kids are nothing but trouble;
They are around to burst my protective bubble.
The only time I like kids is when they are kitties;
The rest of the time, they are quite shitty.
If I ever had a child, I would abort it;
To keep it from ever sucking on my tit.
Bless all the parents that are out there;
That, for their little brats, care.
I'm just glad it isn't me;
Who has to put toys under a Christmas tree.
I used to like kids when I was younger;
But, now that I'm an adult, I know they just cause hunger.
Because, parents will feed their children first;
Even if they are dying of thirst.
So, during sex, I will always use protection;
Why I ever liked kids is a twisted recollection.
For, I like them if they are not mine;
So, our lives don't really have to interwine.
Kids are smart and kids are stupid;
They are anything but little cupids.
But, a man I am friends with is a father of a little one;
And, with him, I have lots of fun.
So, out of respect for this man;
I will grin and nod the best that I can.

Written by jwhwz

Published 14th Dec 2011

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- Edited 14th Dec 2011 2:20am

14th Dec 2011 2:19am

I daresay, what an interesting mess of confession and rationalization...having a child myself, I can respect the tone of this piece without getting offended. Your opinion is full of insight, and why some can't simply be bothered with such a plight. Having never conceived of the notion of having children myself, I find myself obtaining one, and loving it for all its flaws. It is my burden (or rather my duty) to fulfill and nurture my spawn who is upon this blessed Earth, so as not to obtain such harsh critique form others. I think some parents lack the capable sense of awareness, thus, allowing their kids to run amok like heathens at Sunday dinner..."laughs" my child bares no semblance to such imperfections or misdeeds. Neither punishment nor affection takes precedence in the way I raise my child. Love is the only way to show such frivolity and necessary enlightenment in this world. Understanding goes a long way...Patience, and choosing when to occupy the battle field are key to being good parents....shame that most are such idiots, who's far cry is that of misguidance, and of their own upbringing...if only more could shy away from hypocrites, and slanderous felons, then all would be a better place to raise our own seed. Raise our own seeds into the nurturing trees that tower over, and provide this world with shade. The shade to hide from such inconsistencies such as the light itself...Another fine tuned read m'lady. I always do enjoy our little visits...until next time, "bows"