That's Not How Babies Are Made Poem by Raj Dronamraju

The miracle of birth breathes life into a pattern of destruction
And he wants to make that a love story
But a love story for one is not how babies are made
And great greasy feminine hands maul the pages of desire

She is the spokesmodel of those reluctant to cooperate
That is not how one is woken up from dreams of single cell life
Separations from the terrible peer group to spawn in its own stagnant bathwater

The hope of connection fizzles out in a puddle of refusal
He keeps missing the social cues and getting his pleasantries wrong
But that's not how babies are made
And difficulty by scale when openly discussed this way is akin to swearing all is lost in a city of a million or more people