You are a cu...rtal sonnet (of a sort)

You're a cunt. You're a cunt. I don't degrade.
I simply realise it's how you're made;
As you must pay your debt: let spunk - that's sperm -
Splash right across your face. And, then, you'll turn
And splay to offer up both of your holes;
Just do not delay: you know that your soul's
Really engaged with this - each tear you cry
At your release, will always make you sigh:
You are a cunt.

Just smile for, once when your tight rear is caned,
The mirror will show you all you have gained;
Let every red mark sing and sting and hurt
Your eager, inner masochist's alert:
For you're a cunt.