Sex Poem (also An Ode To Gold Circle Condoms)

Kissing is a habit,
F*cking is a game,
The guys get all the pleasure,
The girls get all the pain,
The guy says i love you,
And you believe its true?
When your tummy starts to swell,
He'll say to hell with you!
10 minutes of pleasure,
9 months of pain,
3 days in a hospital,
and a baby without a name,
The baby is a bast*rd
The mother is a who*e
This never would have happened
If that condom hadnt tore.

Not bed at al. Why not convert it to a song,  will be cool when rapped or still, u may sell it to adv agent for a "condom only reduces risk" advert. kip it moving mahn!