Deviant Ways Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

How can you say you hate me with a passion,
And then become compassionately submissive...
With a hunger for me to feed.

What is it about me you despise publicly,
In other's eyes?
Yet privately delight to sweat,
In my arms under 'my' sheets.
With a begging of me not to let you go?

And you wish others to believe this...
To keep me from them distanced?

You wish me your private 'piece'?
But discreetly you seek,
From ME loyalty?
For FREE?
In this economy?

I'm going to cut you off until I am paid!
If that's the way it is going to be.
If it means that much to your 'dignity'!

If that's the way it is going to be.
If it means that much to your 'dignity'!
In this economy?
I'm going to cut you off until I am paid!
Why should I tolerate that nonsense,
These days.
I am not your secret trash to used,
To scratch your rash.
So you can hit it and dash as you please.

Since you want to continue to give me 'shade' in public.
And expect me to keep silent about your 'kinkiness'.
There is going to be mutual dividends to this.

If that's the way it is going to be.
If it means that much to your 'dignity'!
In this economy?
I'm going to cut you off until I am 'paid'!
A 'P' with lots of 'AID'!
If you are expecting me to protect,
Your deviant ways.