9 Month Contract.

You have no idea,
Easier to make an artistic orientation,
A molded portrait perhaps,
Or maybe a sculpture,
Or whatever,
My state of affairs an ardent interest to you,
A reason to gossip and chicken around,
Ha ha,
Another pregnant teen you point,
Have you no better business to address?

Hey you shameless caricature poking noses allover,
You judge me on the basis of my distended belly,
Giggle at my dry skin gone white,
Enhe,a pregnant skeleton,
Yea,you grin at my sunken cheeks,
And roll eyes when I eat clay 24/7,
I'm very conscious of your patience,
Very conscious of your nonsense.

Are you dying to be in the know of how,
Just when my nipples are darker and sharper,
When my waist is thinner and my buttocks rounder,
Do you honestly want to know how,
At this honey- dripping time of my life,
How I got this 9 month contract?
Well,
To answer the question lazing on your lip?
Why don't you put on your jacket?
And come with me to the next stanza,
And dig out how.

Oh you aftermath of a woman,
A slave to curiosity and animosity,
See,
One fateful dusk filled with horrid shades,
I was strolling in a dark cold alley,
I tripped on a rotten peel,
And as fate had mapped it,
I fell on an erected penile,
There,you made me say it aloud.