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Brenda doesn't care.
She'll milk them for everything,
Benefits gone wrong.
She's farming humans.
Reproduce!! You can do it!!
Push a little more.
Great!! A little girl!!
This new life is worth so much.
Fifty quid a week.
Crunch. Steps with some care,
over broken glass and babies.
Off to the bookies.
Smokes a fat cigar,
as kids wallow in squalor,
recycled nappies.
Sips a Jack Daniels,
as her two council houses
are knocked into one.
Brenda reads the news -
Triplet's Miracle - and frowns.
That one's hit paydirt.