Unnatural Consequences

As the congressman looked down
each morning,
He saw his belly
inching out over the tips
of his polished dress shoes.
No workout at the gym changed things

　
It had worked
when he first came to Washington.

Then the fat had been easy to put on,
luncheons, dinners,
drinks
with colleagues
and of course lobbyists.

The gym had helped then
And he had learned
to pace himself,
Taking more cash
than meals
and insisting on only the best when he ate and drank,
Quality, not quantity.

　
But now his belly was constantly growing
and firm,
Despite the workouts
Even eating less did nothing.
God knows
food wasn't appealing these days
Not even the delicacies

But even
When he felt the first fluttering kick
He didn't understand

His high priced doctor did though
After all
It was only a matter of time
The Congressman had sold himself
so often
to so many

Paternity would be complicated
Big oil,
Pharmaceuticals
Monsanto
Investment banking,
The gun lobby?
Which one among many
could it be?

They would probably know
When the baby arrived
By what it required
Money wasn't much of a clue.
Of course
They all screamed for that.

Drug use was common
among the pharmaceutical children
And the fossil fuel kids
all had terrible flatulence
And the Genetically modified kids
had identity issues
Neither fish nor fowl
and the gun kids are never, ever
satisfied with toys. 
Best to keep the guns locked up
until you know.

No there was no chance of ending the pregnancy
That ended
With last year's vote
But you never could see
why choice mattered.
Until now.