Out Early

Some may well walk out early - she can crawl
As one well-ordered thing, since sir will set
her world in place, so a cunt gives her all
To satisfy her master, as his pet
Who would aspire to be completely turned
To purposes sir's chosen. He'll dispose
Of her emotion, when she has been burned
Into the shape sir selects; she can close
Her thoughts to other concepts; please insist
These listless avenues, where couch grass grows,
Are not for sir and pet - they'll be dismissed
From any thought they have, when sir creates,
In her, the pet he always dominates.