Mother may I kill my baby,? Yes my dearest daughter.
Make a visit to planned-parenthhod, and find an evil doctor.
It's your right to put them down, they have no rights at all.
You can slam it up against a tree and shatter it's little skull.
Partial birth abortion, is no one elses choice to make.
Remember to tell your doctor the abortion is for your sake.
Mother may I get a sex change, "Of course my darling son"
 Talk to your transgender teacher, tell him what you want done.
Tell him you're wanting a vagina, tell him you want new parts.
Tell him you feel dysphoric deep down in your heart of hearts.
Tell dad you want to be a pervert, a drag queen just like him.
 To be a transgender swimmer, change your name to Gwen.
Mother can I be a pedophile, "Yes my darling little creep"
It's okay  to molest your siblings, while they're both fast asleep.
Don't worry about our neighbors, morals are changing as we speak.
The Left is much more accepting now of sick perverted freaks.
Mother may I vote for Kamala, " Yes my stupid wackjob darling"
Think of what you're doing on the path to hell you are embarking.
You'll still have a place within my heart, but no place in my will.
How could you vote for demonrat swine unless you're mentally ill.
D.L. Crockett -- 8/23/24