I can’t move because I’m tied to a chair
Secure, immobile in ropes tied up tight
Sweating and gagged beneath a single light
And my masculinity is laid bare
Way over the edge my words have pushed her
In the realm of madness she’s fallen in
As she locks me with a sadistic grin
She advances with a rolled up newspaper
She uses this newspaper to strike me
To deal a vicious blow across the face
Following this blow, another take it’s place
As she starts yelling these words angrily:
“Stop being so miserable you hear me?!
“Just be happy! Be happy! Be happy!”
??/?? 2003
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