tagNon-Erotic PoetryThrow a Bitch a Bone

Throw a Bitch a Bone


Though we share our daily bread,
“Wife is trunk, with Man her head.”
Why, then, ask me why I leave?
No slave ever becomes free,
If she won’t from masters cleave
To embrace her Destiny.

Though we share two brazen breasts,
“Keep them covered for the rest.”
Why, then, ask me why I go?
No maid ever gains her pride,
If mistress “friends” use undertow
To drown Desire for Divide.

Though you throw a bitch a bone,
I still can get my steake, . . . alone.

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