Whipped & Wan



Whipped and wan

All fight in him gone

The sink-estate slave

Hangs until dawn.


Relaxed, bratty

Cruel and catty

The sink-estate mistress

Is bright and happy.


The whip that brought pain

To the slave's humble brain

Now wrapped around wood

Could well crack again!


Yet the slave's only wish

Is to humbly kiss

The feet of his whipper

His belligerent miss.


For now he is broken

His pain left unspoken

But his lips on her shoes

Shall his anguish betoken!




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