"Is She Legal?" By Alexander The Poet

God damn look at that body!
Developed better than Kodak film
I want to have sex with thee
Son of a bitch, she's only fifteen

I am no child molestor
But I swear she looked like eighteen
Why always to me, what for?
Mother Nature's screwed up, it seems

From now on, I ask their name
Followed by asking their birthdate
There will be no one to blame
No more police to judge my fate

THE END