I've been around long enough
to know which semen is my semen,
but you can never be too sure
in a place like this.
And I don't have much time.
So I'll fill my backpack with
every entry under "M" I can find and
make a run for it.
What was I thinking, anyway?
I already have enough kids
I don't know,
and who don't,
know me, or probably care to
after what their mothers have
told them about me.
As long as these vials don't thaw out
or burst before I can bury them,
I'll be fine.
Jesus Christ!
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