Bed Used Without Permission

So, you thought you have the right To in my bed pass a night, Not alone, with your lover, Vulgar love-making brave, Sensual pleasures coarsely crave… You have my mattress defiled, All night romances of the wild; For hours with a pervert Who claims she is a convert. Now, a discolored white sheet I’ll gladly burn in the street To Junk Press give a story And have you shamed Miss Glory! Bed used without permissions A sin not for remission.