Today he gets drunk,
and asks one of his poem "what's wrong?
Why have I lost enegery to produce
some sisters or brothers for ya?"
The poem responses, "Well..
How long haven't you slep in the arm of
rhymes, coming from a song, a book or
a movie filled with symbols of life?
I was born by all these with your love."
He feels so shame, and turns on the radio.
A great Rock song turns him on.
And he feels being pregnant, and this
ugly child is born, as you see.