Wahghh! You bitch! Not my child!
Not my kid! I’m Man without a country!
‘So what, poor man?’
Bitch! Not my child! Not my
Kid! I am without a country!
‘Indeed? Poor man.’
Not! My child, not my kid! There’s
A woman in every county…
‘Who cares, poor man.’
My child, you are not, my child,
Not my kid. As woman destinied.
‘Okay, poor man.”
Sunshine bitches all the time,
Seems it’s a friend of mine.
‘You’ve left, again, poor man.’
Wahatt? You bastard! Not my child!
Not my kid! Still, a country without a man...
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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