Longing Of A Lass Poem by Surur Prakash Bharadwaj

I'm a lass not a goat to slaughter,
My chaste ain't for you to slaughter.
Professors of Profanity; nicknamed Das Rotter,
My interim flesh you seek for hunger,
To sate you as your fetish fodder.
Das Lusty Longmen n Sinful sailors,
Who lurk, pluck, extract n throw like a flower,
Das only cycle you all can remember.

I'm regarded as Nature's Daughter,
As pias n necessary as Water.
I still believe; not to regard all as rotter,
All are not here to bought her.
Das Real Gent with Real Manpower,
Will one day douse her in Heavenly Shower.