Part 1: Consent

[Monolouge]
Life is like a playground. You climb up the ladder, that special someone (who just so happens to not be legal) is waiting there, and you get jerked off at the top of the slide. Now, everyone knows life isn’t this great. It never is. The underaged minor tries to take your load in her mouth. Since it’s been a minute since you’ve last ejaculated, her mouth overflows with offspring juice. She drips semen residue on the top of the slide. Cause she's sloppy and inexperienced. Days pass, and for some reason, your semen is in a spot where it doesn’t dry as fast as usual (obviously, we’re getting into hypothetical and fictional territory). An innocent youth comes over and licks it up because he thinks it's ice cream or something. Lucky you. You got your load in the mouth of two children. I wasn’t sure where I was going, and how this was going to relate to the topic of consent, but who really cares? Let’s just say, you were bamboozled.

And now, a poem.

A child comes home, later than burnt sweet potato pie
The smell of her breath tells you she’s been out with a guy
This is America, you’ve degloved her innocence
Forgive my analogy, I needed one that made sense
I heard the news, couldn’t compute like a Dell
No home training, no class, but I failed.