A Poem For Princess

Pretty little princess,
Pretty little girl,
Don’t you love it when all the men
Take you out for a whirl?

“That’s it—relax.
Take it. Breathe.
It won’t hurt (too much)….
Just follow my lead.”

It’s your fault they do this,
You obedient little whore!
You seduce and entice them
As they walk through the door.

Your desperate need for hugs and praise,
Misunderstood by them all:
Better to love me like this
Than to not love me at all.

― 007