LEAKY MILKCRATE
The airlock sealed the baby napped
I lit a candle from a fusion cap
He looked at me like he'd struck uranium
But mamas body had its own stadium
I told him hurry the shift is short
He grinned and reached for the transport port
But as he leaned in oh lord the fate
My gear engaged and I began to hydrate
Cause my milk crates leakin right out both sides
Flooded the bed and the bunker slides
It's not the thrill that made him pale
It's the pressurized dairy at full scale
He ran for a towel I wept with pride
My bodys still workin just not on his side
It's survival juice high grade and clean
More potent than rations or iodine
I warned him gently she's on auto spill
But that man never did respect a refill
He said you're glowing I said that's sweat
He said you're spraying I said not done yet
I tagged the walls like a busted gauge
Two months postpartum full milk rampage
Yeah my milk crates leakin containment breach
It arced off the light and hit the comms reach
He came for love got a dairy storm
A postwar mama in lactation form
So don't light candles or play that tape
Unless you're ready for the full milkscape