Waiting the Word

She'll wait the word to fall because she knows
Better than to have an expectation;
And, if he hurts her, that's the way it goes:
She is a thing to use; all her elation
Is bound up in the manner that he takes
Her service in the spirit that it's granted;
She so belongs to him, since all her aches
And pains will serve him well; they are long planted,
More so that any seed that she'd have sown,
Being the whore, who surely knows his seed
From all the empty husks she's ever known;
He fills her up and re-uses her need
As a recycled product of the state
He leaves her in to ensure she will wait.