She likes to be hit in her face and kicked in her belly
Because she feels like a worthless piece of crap
Who’s only redeeming value is her perfect snatch
She shaves it just for him
The way he likes it
In the shape of a heart…he loves it
And when he is through with his two minute orgy
He finishes her off with a couple of slaps
And then he steals her money
Mama don’t get let out much anymore
But always she gets what she asks for…
2007 © T Sheridan
Ted. This hurts, in the most poetic way. A slap in the face to the reader indeed. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am really sad reading this, Ted..