It’s not the best time
for an egg to latch,
which is why I decided
to use the patch.
I went to the doctor
for a prescription,
so I can make
beautiful friction.
It may cause a rash,
but this contraceptive uses
only a lil’ cash.
I know this thing
screams “get me laid”
But who could tell
if it looks like a silly “band-aid”
Glad to say I’m safe,
even if the sticker may chafe,
I’m attached to the patch,
even if my hormones lack.
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the boy went out
to find his home
the dog set out
to find his bones
mother wept
for just awhile
father came home
passed out on the floor
slept in his clothes
he was gone before morn
a favorite place of mine
was always under the covers
i feel so safe
from outside bothers
i clench my eyes closed shut
in hopes that when i open them
love will be there
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