USED RUBBERS…

SAVE THE ECOLOGY,

SAVE THE WORLD,

GREENPEACE DOES HERALD…

BUT WHERE DOES IT STOP?

Don’t allow the little bunnies that hop,

to be chased by the dogs so thin,

no matter how much money was bet to win…

rubber trees are numerous,

rubbers are made from them, don’t cuss,

I use them twice, trying to make them last,

but the second time I blast,

rips them apart & someone gets pregnant, fast…

so what is wrong with used rubbers?

sometimes the kind that fit over shoes,

to repel water,

hopefully they work or you boo-hoo…

I am trying to conserve,

even if I cannot preserve,

but what, oh what, can I do to actually serve?

all those in need of sex,

to relax an individual nerve…

I try to be ecological,

but with my lack of conjugal visits,

Here in the asylum,

I have no way to save,

my rubbers from one to the other,

so far are they between times,

I make my honey feel like a real woman,

and me, I react in kind…

                                                            (ed)