My Own Whore Who Rides His Beast
Ladies have you ever dealt with a man like a whore that keeps riding his own beast?
Nothing you say, do or how you feel reminds him of the hell you feel that is unleashed?
They keep sitting on that devil, that monster or enemy that has made you bleed,
Not caring one bit of the tears or hurt that these constant encounters breed,
My advice ladies, these men who want to live their lives like some sort of whore,
Need to be given the old heave ho and shown the way out the back door,
Chance after chance, conversations and pleading for some sort of decent support,
This time I have handed over the keys, the map, the money and his darn passport.
Copyright © Dawn Gordon | Year Posted 2011
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