THE SPELFISH BITCH

Shouted Warnings commence to start;
They Pump my Lungs; Inhale My Heart
Into this Hour, so deep and dark;
Doubts Held and Felled by
Intention,
Grabbed and Groped from
Group Convention,
Al-Men-Ac in Defintion
States

Officially: “Some Undeservedly
Women thrive Most Certainly;
Prefer a Caged Captivity
Where you’ll soon find you’re
lulled to sleep,
Milked till Dry and Sold for
Cheap.”

This kind of Girl is never
Pleased,
She’ll Say You’re “All [She]
Wants and Needs,”
Then Pouts and Withholds
Sexually.

With Joy, Escape this Misery
Of Winters Discontentedly,
Stanch the Flow and Stop the
Bleed;
And Spare some Inner Care for You;
Love Yourself and Blah Blah, too.

Take some time to Find the Hitch
As Bugging Thoughts Raise an Itch
Too-Familiar; I Can’t Raise the Pitch
Sales and Sails in Seas so Rich
Where looking up, you’ll spy
A SPELFISH BITCH!