I like babies.
I'm like babies.
Babies a la creme.
Rabies inside babies
make babies with rabies.
The babies teach rabies
how to foam at the mouth.
Titties afraid of babies.
But already bit. Titties
foam at the mouth.
Did titties give
babies rabies?
Maybe that's why
I like rabies. One
of them bit me
long ago, my whole
life spent biting them back.
Nothing like a titty scorned.
A baby once said that.
Scabies and rabies
clung to nipples like
pasties, but who
could tell them apart?
The babies I am,
the babies I'm not.
How to tell them apart?
Best way I figure,
separate at birth.
As they grow older,
they start to look alike,
it's on. But if they grow
younger, it's off.
Therein the rabies
of babied ladies.
When moms look
more like their
babies than babies do, something's
on, off.
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