These are liberally sprinkled with new things
that I have-- nobody's seen, except maybe Dick Shelton
or Steve Orlen or something.
So you're getting-- people who were
at Pima College are getting this sort of variety.
I'm not going to-- don't have to run out screaming.
You won't hear the same one.
There's people like us who are tired of reading it.
But since they like it, I'll do it.
I'm always happy to oblige.
It's called "Abortion."
"Coming home, I find you still in bed.
But when I pulled back the blanket,
I see your stomach is flat as an iron.
You've done it as you warned me you would,
and left the fetus wrapped in wax paper
for me to look at my son.
Woman, loving you no matter what you do.
What can I say, except that I've heard the poor have
no children, just small people?
And there is room only for one man in this house."