No joking with the sperm, friend,
Thanks to them, more people trend.
All are busy, round the clock,
And it never seems to stop.
Rapid natural increase,
Every day, two billion at least.
Condoms are a thing of the past,
Since the Pope, the world's amassed.
In the Vatican, a birth ward,
Churches filled with cribs, oh Lord!
On the streets, the older boys,
Flirting with their sisters, noise.
This machine has now begun,
Spinning like an avalanche, son.
Demography plays its part,
Chemistry held by the throat, a start.
ref. Everyone's scared all around,
Niesiołowski speaks again, profound.
Now only allowed to give birth,
Might just let the peacock disperse.
A guy who, on the side,
In the woods, pleasured his pride,
Police stopped him, quite a hitch,
For murdering sperm, the snitch.
This woman, who by chance,
Confessed to her friend's glance,
Her intimate experiences,
The orgasm she did commence.
Now she sits in prison, see,
For orgasms, they're not free,
Banned by law, and condemned,
A worthy target, to reprimand.
ref. Everyone's scared all around,
Niesiołowski speaks again, profound.
Now only allowed to give birth,
Might just let the peacock disperse.
A monster, who from prison,
A week ago, was released, then,
Raped a young nun, lost his way,
As he testified, mistaken lay.
Poor, tearful sister, she,
Will be the mother of his baby.
No one will allow removal,
Such is the heavenly will, approval.
ref. Everyone's scared all around,
Niesiołowski speaks again, profound.
Now only allowed to give birth,
Might just let the peacock disperse.
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