Though the evidence wasn’t conclusive,
As far as it’s being abusive,
To fuck her did seem
(And a court would so deem),
At the very least, somewhat intrusive.
Tag: rape
Sleep no more
As roots go, it was just mediocre.
But still, the damn practical joker,
He’d have his sly fun…
Pull her dress down when done…
Easy in…out…in… What if he woke her?
Curly one
They were equally up for it, thus
To have thrown the guy under a bus!
She’d enjoyed the fuck, right?
Didn’t put up a fight…
How on earth was it rape then? Discuss.
He doth protest too much
“To be honest, I don’t give a damn!”
Sean exclaimed. “The whole thing, twas a sham!
Twasn’t rape! Twasn’t nuttin!
That woman was mutton,
Dressed up as a tender young lamb!
A lack of propriety
Mister Beasel, the sweatshop proprietor
Cast a long, lecherous eye at her;
Pretty, deaf-mute,
She’d be lovely to root,
Like the other poor girls, only quieter!
Initiation
She was buxom, big-arsed and plump-thighed.
The poor boy! He had no place to hide!
And him, scarcely developed,
Half-smothered, enveloped,
Bestraddled, cunt-struck, hers to ride!
Means to an end
To what tricks would the man not descend?
What disgusting things might he intend?
Liquor? Drugs? Well of course!
Money? Bondage? Brute force…
Till she’s brought to a sad, sticky end?
Virtue and necessity
Poor young wench, captive, raped, god-forsaken,
Home burned by barbarians, taken
Away on their ship,
(Her first overseas trip),
Unaccountably awed, though quite shaken.
Heaven and earth
Poor young lass, sorely used by the preacher,
In ways lewd and sinful, vile creature,
God’s servant indeed!
Saggy-bellied, weak-kneed,
And so unprepossessing of feature!
Coming of age
“Pa, he’s savin’ his skin I expec’,
Lyin’ skunk. He’s my brother, but heck!
He din’t fuck me, just watch,
But he et out my crotch!
He was in it right up to his neck!