Approval

His day begins with putrid little schemes
For each slave who will crave and beg and need;
And, as he contemplates them, it just seems
His hunger's fed, the more that he demeans
Woman and, yet, he wants hope in her eyes,
While he humiliates and taunts. He finds,
When offering his manhood as her prize,
That he needs praise. And, yes, he really minds
The way she chokes and gags: she is in thrall
To all he offers, with each bitter spray
Released to stain her lips; but lusts recall
An idea, his emissions can't allay,
Of man, seeking approval like the rest,
Expelled from wombs to be nursed at the breast.