WOMB:

From the dawn of old time, in orgasmic explosion,

Whether by climatic error, maybe wanton & chosen,

By the intruding member & life´s very errant sperm,

Of two slathered lovers, my own life begins to squirm,

I´m thrust into the nurturing, dark, giving, living tomb,

A place I don´t know, but I´m told is called the womb.

This place I have ever since, called my original home,

And now of which I too, have a womb of my very own,

Entombing, enwombing my babes, hiding them from light,

Till the day they´re released to meet their life´s own plight,

Launched upon life´s journey, towards their old grey tomb,

Wishing as I, to return to that special home called womb.