Hunted Hyena Poem by John Sensele

‘Stop squeezing my testicles.
You're almost turning them into icicles.
I regret accepting this contract.
My balls they subtract.'

‘I'm teaching you a lesson.
Don't think I'm your cheap caisson
To satisfy your desire
And quench your fire.'

‘SOS, officer.'
Hyena beckoned to a sir
As Mary tightened her grip
And pain hit his hip.

‘What's the matter?
Is it about a love letter? '
Officer John slid between Hyena and Mary
‘Peace in a hurry.'

‘Officer, Hyena ate my virginity
To me, it's injustice to infinity.'
Mary's breath came in spurts
‘My apparatus hurts.'

‘Officer, I'm providing a traditional service.
There's no injustice.
I'm paid to play this role
Even if it sounds droll.'

‘Hyena, deflowering minors
Distorting tenors
Can't be tradition.
It's a legal altercation.'

‘No, officer tradition demands that we introduce girls
To bedroom pearls
To quality as mature women
Ready to look after their men.'

‘Hyena, you're a predator
Preying on an innocent daughter
Who deserves better preparation
For adult life. No need for a sullied mission.'

‘Officer, why aren't you taking Hyena to your police station
I'm instituting litigation.
This is case of rape
I'm not a forlorn ape.'

‘Mary, are you sure to challenge
Tradition and seek revenge?
What will your parents think?
Aren't you breaking a traditional link? '

‘Officer, there's no room for harmful culture
From which I see no future.
Lock up, this vulture
Until he sustains a lasting suture.'