Stiffening and stiffening 'fore the growing arousal;
My control falls apart; no longer back can I hold;
The swimmer-filled tide is loosed, and everywhere
All evidence of your innocence is drowned.
Your self-control lacks all conviction, while your screams
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some life-altering event is at hand.
Surely your first coming is at hand.
Your first coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image of the Pregnatus Unwantedi
Troubles my sight; somewhere in the depths of your tubes
An ovum carrying the head of a sperm
Is moving t'ward your uterus, while all about it
Squirm the countless remaining swimmers.
Your screaming stops again, but now I know
That twenty minutes of amateur sex
Were concluded in child-bearance by a lack of condoms,
And what unwanted beast, its hour come round at last,
Slides toward your lower end to be born?