
There is. Sperm suppressant in processed baked
goods including pizzas and calzones
served in middle schools. Unhealthy bones
have turned us into one enormous faked
orgasm—even our ephebes slowed and slaked
their heightened hormones elsewhere, pheromones
are falling, vaccines turn little girls to crones
too quick: limber to sleep; at dawn, she ached
as if arthritic—every 5G tower,
every pill, each shot, your microwave,
will shrink your balls and tits; we once rewarded
teendom with deflowering in a brookside bower,
arcadian, grass-stained; now? we give the grave
to childhood’s future children. Death recorded.

It’s incredibly obvious, isn’t it? A foreign substance is introduced into our precious bodily fluids without the knowledge of the individual. Certainly without any choice. That’s the way your hard-core Commie works.