Rayne: A Poem. Rayne: There are things people are ready for, Rayne: And somethings they are not. Rayne: Some things that they plan for, Rayne: And one I dread a lot. Rayne: It is only for pleasure, Rayne: What comes out of my penis. Rayne: I say it is only for pleasure, Rayne: And not to create a fetus. Rayne: I tell you now, Rayne: That wether you do so for revenge or even for money, Rayne: Poking holes in your friends condoms, Rayne: Simply isn’t funny.