Well this really hits a high note
From now on, each little zygote
Microscopic, Lilliputian,
Is exempt from persecution,
Has the rights the Constitution
Grants to all, without dilution.
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Life, it seems, is where you find it
And nobody ought to mind it
If the government goes looking
Inside of you, to see what’s cooking.
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Still somehow it makes me squirm
To think we’re not protecting sperm
Overcome with shame and guilt
At that waste of human milt
All those quarts of semen spilt.
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Damnation’s sure, and it’s eternal
For every instance of nocturnal
Emission or of masturbation
That doesn’t lead to procreation.
And so we must restore the quondam
Laws prohibiting a condom.