the woman and the serpent

ladies beware

she's his personification of beauty
beauteous gait that catches his eye
and now he longs to have her
tells her what(ever) he wants with her
as he pictures in his mind's blind eye
the nuzzling and squirming and thrusting
in out and sideways with meter
like good peotry without rhymes
till the flame burn out
till the phlegm spurt out
sigh of boredom and blase smell
peeping down on her gender

thinks she's no better than the rest
sick birds traipsing round his nest
despising and mocking them
as he plays the ancient game with them
like chauvinists of the ancients
pride sitting on the sanctity of sadism
the conquest of weaker beings
a repeat of the feat of the garden
his joy 's in her shame and might in her pain
he's the old serpent between your legs
send word to eve lest she fall again
as he enters her garden as she' alone

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