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My son’s who lay down leaving haphazardly their seeds will end up pregnant for such continued thoughtless deeds! They will carry their unborn in a most painful place with labor taking a full month just to fit through that space…

Catheters had to be inserted with the first positive test

in order to excrete urine uninterrupted at best.

Their birthing capacity came introduced effectively from space.

That dust infected men globally. Tears streamed from man’s face.

The headlines exploded when the first manly man,

showed up bewildered, pregnant and could barely stand!

Man tested and tested then tested some more.

Geneticists isolated a simple change at his core.

Apparently a mutation in his DNA,

made parenting possible in more than one way.

Astounded and frightened all men took the test,

to see who were carriers, which safeguards were best?

God looked down upon them just shaking His head.

The only remedy is planning and sober thought instead

of reckless sex satisfying base too many urges.

Minds out of control with those hormone surges

given to you for procreation’s sake.

Abused by you professing love that is fake!

Now consequently having sex you see,

can land men in labor and delivery

Not patiently awaiting and pacing the floor

but legs strapped tightly in stirrups

screaming, “GOD, PLEASE NO MORE! I can’t take this much too painful awake birth!” Oh the agony of months carrying that extra wide girth. In an organ intended for no carrying capacity Who knew it possessed such rugged elasticity!

Urologists, proctologists all up in a tizzy,

testing contraception until they got dizzy.

The NIH and CDC’s funds grew tremendous.

News media cackled on. It was endless!

Facebook, Twitter and calls also on Skype,

text, faxes, email messages all spreading the hype.

Pontificating about why and how this occurred,

germ warfare gone wrong and our efforts deterred.

Foreign cogent agents searched for even a trace,

hoping to attach a name on the perpetrator’s face

of a clever mad scientist who perfected the potion,

to alter man’s DNA across his and our ocean.

Scientists, pharmacist, bio-engineers,

hunkered down conferencing with all of their peers.

Entrepreneurs, stock brokers buzzed in excitement,

as investments soared. Products offered enlightenment.

Mass production and sales of a male contraceptive aid, caused a boost in the economy as new jobs were laid.

Bars took a dive, boozing and drugs took a forever hiatus.

Man was too scared to lose control and of torturing his meatus.

Fearing highs from drugs thus making them leap,

in bed without looking and in ten months they’d weep.

Drug lords became obsolete things of the past,

winding up pregnant, they could not outlast

pain from the births they just had to endure.

Illicit drugs intensified pain providing no cure! Narcotized from medications that only sedated while cloudy in thoughts, pain still hadn’t abated. Taking too much of their own contraband did not one thing in lending a hand!

Epidurals and blocks reduced pain’s scale from ten to eight.

Men demanded them anyway, hostile and refusing to wait!

For those lucky enough to drop from a ten to a five,

relief was short; they survived birth though barely alive!

Alcohol sales became low and defunct.

Rational behavior made recklessness take a dunk!

Even counselors and psychiatrist began to understand

where sessions and drugs failed, Almighty God had a hand!

They agreed that in saving man’s mind that a body alone

was worthless if at last the soul and its spirit had gone!

God smiled and looked over His work, proud once again that His children had more reason to determine their end.