Thursday, August 14, 2008

Bid for Consent

She wore a bow tie, with those lacy frills
That made it look bizarre and feminine,
Distinguished by a squarish amber pin.
The overall effect was dentists' drills
As modified by psilocybin pills
With just a touch of home-cut heroin.
This matched the truly foul mood I was in,
As we engaged in a fair test of wills.

She wanted my consent for something awful;
I hesitated, so she dressed like that
(Including the most terrifying hat),
Insisting it was pleasant, good, and lawful.
I offered her a shirt much like a waffle,
So she would understand what I was at.

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