Momma had a baby
and its head popped off.
Momma’s tits got heavy,
life’s milk poured out.

Momma had a baby
and her butt popped out.
Bottoms go poppity-pop—
POP, when babies sprout.

Momma had a baby
and its head got pop’d
on the corner stop awaitin’
electric signal walk.

There are no flowers here,
just weed,
weeds,
dandelions.