When I was young, I often saw
Not time nor cash could they withdraw.
Parents maxed in the kiddy race—
I vowed I’d live without that chase.

 

No kids, more time, more space to roam,
No cries, no ties, just peace at home.

 

At twelve, it hit me, crystal clear:
The cost of kids to get them reared.
They drained the funds, ate up the day—
I’ll live my life so I can play.

 

At twenty-five, I changed those balls—
A snip that freed me, fun for all!
No risk, no fear of shock or scare,
Just shagging freedom, done with care.

 

No kids, more time, more space to roam,
No cries, no ties, just peace at home.

 

I told the doc "girlfriend" agrees,
She even said, “oh, thank you please.”
A helpful fib to buy the op,
To shag without those sperms to pop.

 

For years since then, I’ve lived unbound,
With lovers, passion, life profound.
The gift of freedom, of love unjoined—
From babies coming from my loins.

 

Some asked, “What if you change your mind?”
Adoption’s there, it’s very kind.
Why cling to genes when you can choose
Another’s DNA infused?

 

No kids, more time, more space to roam,
No cries, no ties, just peace at home.

 

I love kids—but not full-time.
Two hours is great, almost sublime.
Back to quiet, my self-made way,
A life designed, the way I say.

 

Imagine a world where men would store
Their youthful sperm, then close that door.
Vasectomy for every teen—
Just wanted ones would have their genes.

 

No kids, more time, more space to roam,
No cries, no ties, just peace at home.