Condoms have been known to fail
By then it's too late to bail
With your arms you can flail
'Cuz your life is now tenuous and frail
Your lucky you don't go to jail
As with child she tips the scale
And walks as slow as a snail
Waiting for an infant's trail
Soon you'll dread your child's imminent wail
That's what you get for chasing tail...
"Slacker's Cheer"
Working Hard, what's the point!
Why not stay home and smoke a joint?
Make Ganja the thing mon, you anoint...
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