p***y-whippedA Poem by V M Smiththat's it i'm p***y whipped he's got me by the collar he's says jump and i'm up he says go and i do food, water, what you want? and i'll get it for you i don't understand when was the switch? when did i suddenly bend to his every whim? i cook i clean i do as he pleases and i still get snubbed no matter what i still love him and answer every call but now i get it it's 'cause you don't own a cat a cat owns you © 2013 V M SmithAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorV M SmithORAbouti'm not a writer; i am a liar. i sometimes write far too specifically; i sometimes write so vague even i lose track of what it is i'm on about. i tend to write when i can't think. this seems to be.. more..Writing
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