Your Baby is Fat
A Poem by TTBoy
Choices bar
Choices scar
some are even above par
Opposites attract
as a matter of fact
more powerful than a shooting star
Genes are mean
though fertile are green
something lies inside
Ready to grab
or shall I say stab
a cell that hangs on for the ride
Pretty is
And beauty flaws
standing still just because
Some cheat life
others wake to strife
smacked around with tiger paws
The signs are there
with hope to despair
That it will skip this generation
But trickery in a bottle
is a lie full throttle
denial of all veneration
© 2010 TTBoy