13 July 2008

Degrade Me Please

Degrade me please; I have an urgent
need to feel unclean. Just say if you
will wee on me. I can’t explain, I am
this way to be demeaned – it makes
me feel that I have paid disgracefully;
I plead for you to sanction me and
give relief – you see my life to be a
sham and I indeed a shameful thief.

Why me, says he whose face betrays
estranged proclivities? Curious as I
may be I can’t obey. My penchants
stray beyond your hand, to reach
this goal please understand – it’s
you who’ll have to pee on me.
© 8 June 2008, I. D. Carswell