Swiveled Hips Poem by James McLain

down the dark hall i thought you
were done with me but i sill had
these hips for you to swivel and
swivel them you did very chained
down to the eye bolts there was
not hope left it seemed as if every
shred of flesh had been sanded
from my highways and byways
you had no right to my tideways
sorely tied they are my back
cracking under the animal
onslaught not even found at
the polar bear exhibit at the zoo
i am turned inside out i can
only say stop but dont quit.
~~~~LOVES GREAT~~~~