Beautiful as anemic
Escort of pride
Lost respect of
Many homes
Expels menstrual air
Her voice pokes
Nude blood cells
Milk of seeds
Her bread and butter
Belly to throat
Covered where her
Voice can emit
Only pricking pins
In corridors of brothel
Her watchman: Poor orthodox
White threads of purity
Crosses his vital organs
Symbol of ugliness
Farting day and night
Downwards and upwards
Count makes her active
Countess , her nickname
Actress in real life
Many homes , survive
On her satisfaction
Multitudes of fans
Millions of parasites
She owns , motor
Her mind and brains
Works in pleasure
Lots of pulse points
She knows , brigade
Of couture with
Brides of molestation
Grooms of disciplining
Mentals , her job
Alas all belong to
Class hierarchy
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