Children of Men

We want the best.

we’d breed the best.
we’d show ‘em,
fuck yeah,
what morning sickness is all about

and we’d wear it with the small amount of
pride
that we’d ever allow to show
about our current status.

and we’d help ‘em with school and shit
you know, maths and sciences
maybe a little gymnasium once in a
while.

we want the best
and we’d have the best.

and then there’d be,
like,
less of the evils.
because children of men
would be different children indeed.