cry for cotton

two teenage bales of cotton
were talking about life being rotten
said one, my father was quite a stud
before he became an ear bud
quietly sniffled back the other
that’s nothing, you know mother?
wispy, dainty, she was so white
till she got plugged in tight
she turned into a tampon, you see
and so for her my heart does bleed.

ram cobain