So the prick thinks that he’s the damn boss…
Well, he’ll soon see she don’t give a toss…
Or a suck, or a fuck…
Kiss her ass, the damn schmuck!
Hardball, blue balls… it’s his fuckin loss!
Tag: feminism
Mechanisation
As for men, with their lies and their flattery,
Comings and goings so splattery,
Thumping their chests,
Sordid, kinky requests;
Her new sex partner comes with a battery!
Post-feminism
A post-feminist girl, analytical,
Saw sex as mostly political;
So lower class,
Being fucked in the arse!
Yet to not do so seemed hypocritical!
The list
She wrote all of her wants on a list,
Things she liked, things on which she’d insist,
When and how, and with what,
Which he promptly forgot;
She got off , nonetheless, on the gist.
Report card
On a white card she wrote: “Could do better.
Instructions obeyed to the letter.
Work neat and correct.
Penis nicely erect.
Could have waited until I’d got wetter.”
Left dangling
Warning: Feminists may take offence.
There she hung, arms and legs and ropes tense,
Being toyed with at will,
(And with consummate skill),
In both senses, in helpless suspense!