Wednesday, November 08, 2006

A Real Bitch
She was a bitch…
a real bitch.
Fifi knew this,
but it didn't bother her in the least.
She had the best manicures,
the cuts,
all the best primping
but when they
[the opposite sex]
were about,
she'd lose all her culturing.
She'd incessantly revert
to lashing out with her nails
and slicing into their necks
with her sharp teeth.
Some of them liked it,
but not for long.
Fifi was strange.
She was often to be found in leather,
and as a form of forced obedience to her
could be seen on all fours
with a leash about her neck.
"Bark like a dog!",
they'd scream at her.

"I'm not a dog!",
she'd try to reply,
"I'm not!"
But all
that came out


©87 JDH

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