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Caprice
She has a passion that endures caprice
With vice, depravity and the disgust
Of those who dwell on high ground and won’t cease
Their moral harping on – why can’t they trust
In richness of experience and choice
For cunts are free to submit as they’d wish
And, while the moral few may well give voice,
A slut will keep her silence for a fish
That will taste rather better than the carp
Of those who should know better when they throw
The venomous comments that won’t seem sharp
Or flavoursome, unlike her master’s roe
That she finds good to taste: should she not feast
On passion when she loves every caprice?
With vice, depravity and the disgust
Of those who dwell on high ground and won’t cease
Their moral harping on – why can’t they trust
In richness of experience and choice
For cunts are free to submit as they’d wish
And, while the moral few may well give voice,
A slut will keep her silence for a fish
That will taste rather better than the carp
Of those who should know better when they throw
The venomous comments that won’t seem sharp
Or flavoursome, unlike her master’s roe
That she finds good to taste: should she not feast
On passion when she loves every caprice?
Published 5th Jul 2016
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