The Butcher
At the meat market, I pick a cut,
Her body hits me straight in the gut.
I’m gonna make her from scratch.
Make her mine, make us a match.
She’ll never get to tell me no,
I wheel her out and start the show!
The boys line up to see my prize,
Go on, baby, feed ‘em lies.
They flick their tongues with delight,
Don’t worry, baby, they won’t bite.
It’s one night, don’t be a prude.
You’re such a bitch, you’re so rude.
Delusional girl, you won’t last,
Go cry that you’ve been harassed.
I’m the butcher, you’re the meat.
Walk away, my bittersweet.
Don’t turn back or you’ll regret,
See my face, get a cold sweat.
Now I’m alone, what have I done?
We had only just begun.
I was a fool, I treated you like a tool,
I made cruelty my rule.
I don’t deserve to have someone,
Not until lots of work is done.
Wanted to write a brief poem about a guy who is very unhealthy. Views women as possessions, and learns his lesson too late. Hopefully he’ll learn, but most people never do.
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