The Protest
Humility I held as you your ear Crying out foul to mistreatment of my soul, dear. You moved by my rotting situation as I lay me down my soul. Looking not, for you mined your own pleasurities And I your 'inconvenience', worth the under look Pleaded, whimpered and begged. Today, I try again. Desperate for a listening ear, Turn to my last and desperate weapon- I strip and nude I stand there as you curse and abuse but barge in. It works, it works. 👈Back Next👉