Bastards' March

Bastards, we are bastards all!
Parents, heeding Cupids call
Had a baby while having a ball.
Bastards all are we!
Forward march the Illegit
We take as our due Society's shit
And fling it back with mordant wit,
Bastards all are we!
Hold high your noggin, Colt of Woods!
Though others call you Damaged Goods
Be glad your dads didn't pull their puds!
Bastards all are we!
The matrons cluck and tilt their head
And view us all with moral dread,
We exist 'cuz Mumsie didn't give head!
Bastards all are we!
So whether your Daddy "passed away"
Or Mommie embroidered a Scarlet 'A'
You're HERE, my dears, so shout HURRAY!
Bastards all are we!
Throw off your fetters, take a chance,
We, the fruits of quick romance
Are skating on thin ice, we may as well DANCE!
Bastards all are we!
Sylvia Stevens 1996

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