Birth

I am a ball
Rolling into the world
Feeding it with children
Ten thousand children a day
I recycle
I transform a man into
Innocent babies
I'm used to being used, to being useful
I am a second hand whore
I am worn

I am a ball
I carry the earth in my belly
Round and round and round I go
Giving love, taking shit, giving birth
This is for you
I am yours
All yours

But this egg is mine
Come out, little creep, run!