Labor

Labor

Why does birthing feel like dying?
Pain so intense you conceive it’s pleasure
Part of the wonderful lie that this will be Great
As if suffering begins all happiness

Sex often looks and smells like combat
Birth it’s own successor’s battle
Sex and lust ending in blood and crusts
Such a short space to go a long way

Then the tourist from another planet arrives
Amazed, even more than you
That this giant beetle in a bottle
Dedicated to kicking you through every sleep
Driving you to hunger, exhaustion and insanity
Has rolled out whole
No parasite or tumor after all
A creature so needy, demands so incessant
You must love her to death just to survive

So that’s why it’s called labor
A lifetime job of unpaid work
If males could enjoy just one solid hour
Feminism would triumph in at least half
Not that they’d admit it

So why did I go through this hell?
No birth = no people
You heard right, males
Without us you’re nothing
Often, even with us

Posted in Humans.